When The Antichrist Comes Poem by Michael P. Johnson

From cars, from busses, railway trains
Drivers, pilots who steer
On ships, on boats, passenger planes
Suddenly will disappear

Everywhere catastrophes
The whole wide world will see
Children, youths, parents, families
On earth will cease to be

In Jerusalem, Israel's land
Massive majestic, bold
The Lord God's temple, will stand
As Christ Himself foretold

Travel, commerce, once more will flow
For a time peace will reign
Free nations will come and go
Till havoc starts again

People frightened, will die with shock
Like demons, devils, ghouls
Rampaging rogues, will run amok
Till the antichrist rules

First, pleasant, kind, charming, full grace
Sweet as an apple pie
Established! Man will see his face
When countless, ruthless die

With throats cut wide, with hand held knives
Alive, smothered in graves
Children taken, as virgin wives
Or kidnapped, as sex slaves

Beware, be wise, be no more dumb
Seek Jesus, while you may
If not! ! When His prophecies come
What then! Lost soul will you say? .....