Signs Of The Times Poem by Bill Cantrell

Hate, nationalism is their god
Hate? All are expendables
One religion is told love your enemy,
consider others superior to yourself,
Yet when put to the test, most bite the baited hook
with them in mind,
Another considers all but them infidels,
Zealously ready to slaughter innocents,
Avoiding soldiers to kill infants, women and find their exquisite joy,
In atrocities too demonic to relate

The children of hate?
Those brainwashed into tunnel vision
Warpigs! !
Leaders whom have not the slightest second thought
of sending human fodder into raining lead

Show me one without fault in this regard
A red tide is coming your way,
yet, not of your making
You will be held accountable as all nations suffer shock
There is a remnant that will tell stories about your demise
Too bad, yes, too bad
It is so wonderful being nice
The handwriting is on heavens wall
and being proclaimed worldwide,
Who will listen?
Who will gain the real life?
As my God, I take no delight in the death of the wicked,
But that he should turn around and be saved

But you see in this age of technology along with the mentality of those in charge?
They are in unison approaching the battle lines of the living God
There is still time for personal salvation but not for the world powers
Their grave has already been dug
Too bad