Before The Storm Begins Poem by Saint Cynosure

There soon to come about a storm,
its time to bend your knees.
Where hidden sin that lies in man,
is bare for all to see.
For evil now has made a home,
inside the souls of many.
Greed is how it feeds itself,
and no ones filled not any.
Sin for eyes and sin for flesh,
sins the reek that's stench your breath.
The very thing that brought man death,
now colors up your skin.
Nows the time to bend your knees,
before the storm begins...