This Life
I lived this life my own way.
What else is left to say?
Now it's Judgement Day!
I misused this life He made.
It's time for God's fist to raise!
Was it worth the price paid?
Is the day of recompense truly here?
Or is this just a horrible nightmare?
No, it's really happening I fear.
Everyone hysterical and unstrung.
The wrath of God has begun...
payback for sinful things done.
The sky is beginning to shake.
I hear the sounds of a mighty earthquake.
God's Blue Prints are taking shape...
roaring thunder like crashing ocean waves...
people scattering fleeing into caves.
Oh My God! Is it too late to be saved?
Milton L. Delgado
March 5, 2008
Copyright © Milton Lopez Delgado | Year Posted 2009
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