The Worst To Come Poem by Shanice A. Rodriguez

Every morning
I stare out my window
Looking at buildings, people and natures beauty,
People walking around greeting each other
Children playing in the park
Birds sitting on roof tops,
But I see the worst to come
Images in my head,
I fear for my life
Knowing that one day
None of things i see outside my window
Will never be there again,
Cause of what will occur in the worlds ending day or days,
Prophecy coming one by one,
Balls of fire destroying everything in sight,
The split of the Red Sea
The coming of the monster from it,
Demons running and walking the world
Torturing men, women and children,
The devil as king of all nation
Deguised as our president,
What a night mare to have
That will soon to come about,
Humans against humans
Fighting for survival,
what a world we live on
Nothing but hatred, violence and aggression,
This world will definitely end fast
By the way we are living,
All we can do is be prepare
For the worst to be delivered.