Tribulation
I'm seeing spontaneous combustion within
the body of the masses
Massive fires & eruptions quickly turn
all things to ashes
Social clashes come to heads in ways
not seen with the eyes
The purge arrived in the form of flames
sparking change on the rise
Ugly truth is better than pretty lies
but you can't argue with the vain
A world in chaos is meant to be if the
disorder sparks a change
All things are divinely ordered so every
little thing is meant to be
Sometimes we can struggle against the grains
that were seeded to set us free
Raise the veil so you can see what has been
growing all along
There's much confusion & disarray at this time
but what's been ordained is never wrong
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