The sand seems to fall faster
We drift closer to a realm of conflict
Where time is absent and thoughts become one
The enemy brands you a convict
Slavery ensnares the gullible to disaster

Inane words flow from the mindless
Serving their master for no reward
Forever are they blinded
Pay them no mind
Let Yahweh guide you forward

Time grows closer to tribulation
Let not fear nor panic capture your heart
Put on Yah’s armour to defeat the coming abomination
Prepare your feet to depart

Let not the coming redemption stop your growth
Never stop righteous works out of fear
Do not quicken your heart to panic to spoil your oath
Give yourself to righteousness and be glad to cheer

Free yourself to use this time left to do better for Yahweh
Barakatha.

-GP

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