It's Foretelling Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Nature's in a state of turbulence,
never timid, yet even more ferocious

Diseases are running rampant,
reeking havoc on any human body,
as they are smitten from head to toe

War is in its most deceptive
and overtly violent modes,
snatching lives as each second
goes

Famine and Pestilence doing
their reaping job, with each soul
imprisoned from the very start

Man's evil is contemptible and wrong,
heartless, proud, defiant
and so far gone

It's Foretelling,
The End Time Prophesies'
Theme Song