A Waterless Judgement Day-Is Near At Hand. - Poem by Michael Gale
Crispied flowers from the sun...
Scorched and wilted and baked, a sight not fun.
Weathered draughts dried to earth...
Soon to be followed-death-not birth.
Earth's water supplies, diminished on land to icy capped Polar...
This planet's health will be like rotting Wisdom teeth, (an aching Molar) .
God made a pact with man-The end won't come from a flood...
There will not be any wasted water logged mud.
Dried up water beds-cracked dry and aridly parched...
Christ will come to defeat armies of men, tiredly marched-
Power hungry and full of sin.
Judgement day will be near at hand...
Believers in Christ and God, and repenters of sin
Will inherit God's kingdom(and all it's Heavenly land) .
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