The End Times Poem by Whitney Stevens

The End Times
Seethe the magma layers of sin
Curse the frozen wilds of dark
Bodies have been shaven thin
For hell is hot until it's not

Enjoy the wasteland of golden worship
Bask in the heavenly light of radiance
Angels will soon lose their lordship
Heaven will be white until its blight

Walk the streets of jerusalem
Track across the wooden pews
The city will be under mayhem
The walls will be stone if left alone