Saturday

Time Runs...Out!


The sand's of the hour glass,
Continues to pour.
But when the bottom cylinder fills,
Time is no more.

No more time to measure,
From the glass above.
Not one moment,
 Hidden in the funnel,
For the time that was.

All moments are collected,
And all will be judged!
Every second, every minute,
From all that was.

Some never believed...
That this time could come!
But this time comes for all,
Not just some.

With every second,
 And every moment,
The glass is filling,
 With no time... to spare.
Be warned, Be ready,
Be aware!

What were the sands of time,
Will now be the sea of eternity.
What was all the time in the world,
Is now a world without it.

Sunday

Tribulation (Jacobs Troubles)



Well past man's greatest fears,
There lie's, a time that awaits him.
A time the world doesn't believe in,
Now, it hearkens to greet them!

A time of chaos and death,
Beyond description.
A time of famine and plague,
Without restriction.

Man's rejection of God,
Will now come home.
But the wrath accompanying it,
Will not come alone!

Day in and day out,
A new plague or a war.
For seven long years,
This is in store...

Calamities, catastrophe's,
Massive earthquakes,
Even the heavens shake.
Star's falling, masses dying.
Nuclear war,
 carnage and gore!

Beast arriving
From the bottomless pit.
Destroying Angels,
Just to mention a bit.

Demon's and devils,
Will make man's rule's.
As man finally gets his desire,
A world of ghouls!

But eventually even the demon's,
And ghouls must answer the bell.
For after those seven long years,
It's going to be Hell.