Musing The Future - Poem by bobby beddoe
I noticed he pretends to be a peacemaker,
But my Bible says he’ll be a true deceiver!
He’s now come forth,
Now, in year fourth,
In Daniel’s Seventy Weeks, infidels he’ll slaughter!
Soon to forsake his god Allah, or any god,
He’ll rule the MU with a part clay-and-iron rod
Oh, the MU?
Well, that’s not new,
It’s the Mediterranean Union’s old sod!
Yeah, same as the re-birth land of the Roman;
Theologians replaced the EU with this old span.
Scholars have most now agreed,
It’s not a European seed
That will be the catalyst for God’s end-time plan!
Defiling the Temple will be our Assyrian.
Along with Peter II, his right-hand companion,
Won’t happen just yet - not till mid Tribulation!
When the European Union economy collapses
At the rapture during apostate cheerfulness;
Other struggling world powers,
Like America, occurs,
And the MU will rise out of the ashes.
I wouldn’t want to be our next president,
No Christian needs to face the ravishment,
‘Cause soon will be Hell on earth,
With uncontrollable dearth;
Someone like Mitt could stem all the torment!
The New World Order is looking for its primed leader,
A dark-skin, One-World Government masquerader.
And I’ll bet
Him they’ll get
390 days from twenty-eleven, December!
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