Weakness, Time Ticking Bomb Poem by Young Church Poetry

Time is not waiting for anybody
Reflecting, wondering how it started
Thinking, I am in control of this thing
Saying, can’t believe this is me
Hoping, maybe I will stop as time goes
Small is just the beginning of things

Time will not move back for anyone
Injected, devil’s poison spreading
Addicted, can’t find ways to heal
Infected, fate around death clock
Wicked, lost God of shining light
Growth means marching to the end

Time will not be nice to the weak
Blown up, you will wish for your end
Torn up, it might take a miracle to fix
Boom, without warning disaster happened
Boom, it’s the moment of destruction and pain
Fool, there is always way out from fire.


***The Book of End of Times