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Night Call Last CallPosted Saturday, August 20, 2011, at 12:15 AM
Events today, don't want to play; They only want to kill. Follow Jesus, no other way; or swallow Satans Pill.
By Arley Steinhour 081911
As we speed, like a rushing train
Toward a bridge without a name
We plow right through the falling rain
As if asleep or without a brain.
Events of this, God's End of Time
Travail and cause much pain
Thinking everything is fine
Fire hot Ice is still just rain.
Deluded to our dumbest level
Charging through the time at hand
Change not our course the slightest bevel
The scenery around is just too grand.
We're told by those, in authority
We bite a hook without bait
Still living in the land of free
Realize our error too late.
The country that we thought we owned
Follows our elected down the drain
Waking up, we've stretched and groaned
And took a pill for the mortal Pain.
Too late, I fear, No Return is here
We lived our lives too fast
Only God can fill our heart with cheer
When He Raptures the Bride at last.
He's closing down Salvation through Grace
Preparing to return and rule
Those who waited too long have reddened face
Accept the Roll of Fool.
Minutes left upon His clock of fame
We have repentant moment still
To upward life our arms, and claim
Free reward that pay's the 'Bill.'
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