This Dooms Day
The darkness rises,
The shadows increase.
In this world fear of collapse never does cease.
The enemy takes over,
While God overlooks the abandoned soldier.
It's not that he doesn't care,
Or that he simply isn't aware.
It's because the very people his son died for on the cross,
Are busy with their own loss.
So in the process they don't even ask for forgiveness,
In this sea of helplessness.
They only study greed,
And on the drugs of selfishness they do feed.
So look out the windows,
On this day of sorrows,
And let the ashes fall,
As he lets fire destroy them all.
Don't look away,
For there is no where to run.
And don't utter a word for there's nothin u could say.
Let the enemy lead his way,
As you always have.
Yes, even on this Dooms Day.
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