Coming clouds brings heaven's crowds
angelic clash to deviled glory
Armageddon comes my friends
be sure it's not a story.
Depiction given he who's risen
rising back to power,
darkness found unleashed abound
come quick this final hour.
Woe to those whose hearts have closed
compose thyself in knowing,
each day advance to heaven's wrath
this day the next in showing.
Ticking clock so many mock
whose laugh will last find hearing
The feast with friends on you depends
your fate when clouds come clearing.
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