The War Of The Worlds Poem by William Mowell

A wizard casts a spell to blind you, makes a fool of someone you once knew
An eagle flies high in the sky, as he swoops down he starts to cry
A cowboy herds his cattle at dawn, another man starts to water his lawn

An Indian guide dies in a hospital bed, as a couple in Vegas gets wed
Normal day for most of us, as kids get on a yellow bus
But we are all on the edges of a war, not the kind with a Vietnam whore

A war to end all wars, this time is real, the world is facing the end and no one can heal
The mistakes that have lead to the end of all of this, its not because of the democrats or the feminists
Its time to pray for your soul, its time for this world to go

Time for the heavenly world to appear, don't worry because there's nothing to fear
Its just time for moving on, and time for this world to be gone
The time of Revelation is upon us, there's no leaving it on a greyhound bus

There's no escaping it in Iraq, there's no hiding it in a sock
Judgment time is here, and Jesus will appear
To take those of us to a wondrous place, and we will finally get to see God's beautiful face
The Rapture is near my friend, and those heavenly ties you need to mend