Clock Is Ticking Down Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-lock is ticking down,
A-s time is running out,
S-ound of the trumpet
S-hall be heard without a doubt.
A-round roaming is the devil,
N-ear is the judgment day;
D-eceitful tactics he employs,
R-uining our faith to take it
A-way.

L-ittle time is left for our foe,
A-s he works doubly hard;
N-ever ever shall we all be
D-efeated by being not on guard.
R-ound the clock we must prepare,
I-nstead of being asleep;
T-aught lessons we must obey,
O-r else we will sink so deep.

V-ery soon the world will end,
E-nemy's anger is getting high;
N-ever give in to the devil's lure,
I-nstead we must fight his lie.
D-ay fifteen in July morn, stay firm, standing our ground;
A-ll chances we must take, for clock is ticking down.