Birds chirping
Clear skies
Grass yielding
To wind hives
Darkness lurks
It is nigh
When blood surrounds
Bowls overflowed with cries
Then will come
On fiery clouds
From the first expanse
Unto our land
Anxiousness takes place
Anticipating
As the earth suffer its pangs
So do men observantly await
It shall come to be
As had all prophecies
Right now we are living
In the in between.
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