I Believe the end of our world as we have known it is nearing a change, and our wicked system of things will be ending, with God's hands.
My fingers reach for heaven, hope is clutched in my hands. God is watching us, I know he's listening. I pray to him, asking for strength. My tears, they blame my weakness. My heart cries, It beats from my pain. I know the signs, the end is near. My eyes have seen, my ears have heard. My faith is tested, every single day. The great tribulations, they are starting. The fig tree, it has bloomed. There are food shortages, disease and pestilence. The love of people, has cooled off. People are selfish, they are greedy. There are wars, and rumors of wars. My eyes are closed, but they see clearly. Just as in the days, of Noah and his ark. No one believes, no one sees, the heavens open up and it begins to rain.
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