WHEN IS THE APPOINTED TIME?

 

 

With all the weather and storms stretching our Earth out of shape.

To all who've lost their lives...I bid a sad farewell

 

To all those standing outside Saint Peter’s kitchen,  

to you, all the prophets, you pretenders who made false

prognostications of when our world will end, what do you say now?

 

In this worldly environment where is the riddle? When does it end?  

Does a nebulous joker sit near the world... juggling his objects at the weather?

Lightning here, a hurricane there, an octave of thunder! 

A cacophony of tornadoes!

 

With our future twisting and turning how do we acquiesce with 

Mother Nature as she turns the eye of the storm in Heaven towards us?

 

Somebody is qualifying us to oblivion as the Master unties the knot in  

His ancient shadow.  We are unprepared to pay the price of 

everything.  

Are all these signs our final notice the signs of a violent farewell?

We're the victims, but we're also the crime. The Ones judging...

 are He and Earth - the choice is up to us. 

 

 As one,  we cannot save humanity, but if we, as world can join together we can help one another!

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