A Revelation Of What Is To Come

Where will you be?
Oh, what will you become?
Will you be set free?
Or through the turmoil will you try and persevere?

Black clouds begin to bear down,
the storm is raging high.
Like soiled rags stained crimson red,
everything around withers and dies.
Corrosion erodes the remains,
the stench of death fills the air,
as the decayed carcasses turn to dust.

The world has come to an end,
as man once knew it.
So many blind eyes and closed minds,
they never had a clue.
Hell on Earth it will be called.
The luke warm will be spit out,
only creatures of abomination will lurk about.
Pure evil reigns,
pride has fallen, rivers of blood flow,
the sun has vanished,
pitch black has over taken,
exposing the plague of the dark side.

Blood curdling screams echo,
the gnashing of teeth,
the smell of burning flesh,
the horrid cries from nations of lost souls.
Hell, fire, and brimstone,
as they march to the lake.
All hope removed,
all peace forever broken,
this is a revelation of what is to come.......