Through the Mist
Volcanic eruptions in a southern fevered land
will be the final destruction if we don't stand
there will be a tidal wave way above the shrine
meaning it will destroy the Hollywood sign
this will result from an earthquake on the fault
fires burned the woodlands and seep in assault
we are letting these things occur as does a zombie robot
God gave us the tools to ensure this isn't nonstop
there will also be a falling star which will be the sun
that will stop shining and then boom it has begun
this is what I dreamed one night many years ago
we were in church for refuge our names being called to show
there is no need to worry the nation will succeed out alive
what resembles death is an illusion and is meant to occur in stride
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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