Armageddon Is A Comin Poem by Bobby Butterfield

satans angels flying
watching people dying
death going down his list
his five fingers coming into a fist
men marching two by two
hear the angels sing
letting light shindown on my face
just a little taste of heaven

Armageddon is a coming
cant you here the horns and pipers
hearing angels sing

no need to be ashamed
theres no one to blame
no need to cry
no need to be shy
hearing the marching milita
hereing bulidings burn
watching mankind turn
death going down his list
people putting there fingers into a fist
Armageddon is a comin
here the trumpets and pipers
here the angels singing

the hairs on your necks will rise
governments hidding there cowardley smiles with ther lies
say your last pry
before your last day
death will draw first blood
anthrax will go threw our vains
people will go insain
cant stop the pain
children crying
children dying
Armageddon is a comin