Bang! Bang!
Windows shutting,
Doors slamming everywhere.
The streets empty like vacuum,
The roads as dark as night,
Curtains drawn so tight.
The wind is howling...
The tune of danger and death, slowly playing
No one is outside... they wouldn't dare.
They all are afraid of combating a problem they created,
Afraid of being a victim of their own evil
I tell you, you brought this upon yourself,
You neglected God, and allowed yourself to be manipulated by the devil
And now your evil has caught up with you
Terror has struck, bringing fierce winds of trouble and doom
Pain and tears, Sickness and DEATH…
The sky has been shut.
The land with which milk and honey once flowed
Are now hard and dry
The locusts and cankerworrm have eaten what the worms left behind,
And the armyworm would eat their leftovers
No one knows the way out... or do they?
Maybe they are all shying away
From the truth that they have been rebellious and disobedient
Proud and conceited.
They've been too full of their foolish selves.
They needed a reminder.
That they could be gone without any remainder
Something to spell out; D-U-S-T.
They need to be told again,
That they could be blown away like ashes
They asked for it, and they were given,
Sickness and DEATH, hatred and war
Even after so much damage
They didn't still get the message,
They all lay still in their coven
Waiting for something to happen.
Forgetting that they should "make something happen".
They forgot what was written in the seventh chapter of Chronicles' second book
They should all humble themselves,
And return, every man to his God,
Repent! turn away from your wickedness,
And destroy all the high places of pagan worship
Let the body of Christ rebuild their fallen altar
Let the people gather to pray
Let us all embrace the greater good
And fight this battle on our knees
If not... I tell you
The worst is yet to come