The Final Hours
Inspire lines, Lord Grant my mind' within these treacherous turbulent times;
Misdirection now so normal, masks great evil in modes quite formal.
The forces at Dunkirk; faced death, yet shared their courage and laboured breath
As from their islands boats were readied, by good hearted folk; intent and steady
The churches filled; and so many pews, exhorting God for rescue, that made forever news!
Yet not so now, people's faith has waned, there is injured pride and every stain'
Here souls were trampled, trust was broken; false love was a weapon truth but a token'
The leaders are for the most part bought, In league with hell their followers caught.
Placebo hope was spun, in great webby breadth; the green god rises demanding death!
It's religious fervour stalks the streets, laughter and song were banned; one hundred week's
No joy; no meeting, promoted gloom' a world invited into; deaths ante-room
So many who; trusted in institutions, thrown aside. Now the final solution!
To lay waste farms, to create much evil; engenderd war is on that level.
Their place in Hades; has been bought, by the many lives; sold out; and mistaught'
Consigned to fear much pain and strife, their doom will fall; within one night!
Those trumpet sounds, will echo around His light shall travel all heavens bounds
From east to west He shall gather in, while satan will go to the fate he'd Destined.'
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