There is peace to be broken,
And many lives will unravel.
Security is to be spoken,
But there is no safety for what will be gravel.

A storm will be near,
More massive than any "east wind".
The fire in the sky will make you tremble with fear.
So I am now making peace with my demons.

After the fog has cleared,
There I will be.
Suffering and loss will have disappeared.
Our Father has set mankind free.

You cannot see the things that are not far
Only because you refuse to open your eyes.
This door will soon no longer be ajar,
And the King will not listen to your cries.

Ignorance is not bliss,
It is killing you each day.
Everlasting life you will miss
If in His safety you do not stay.

You're hugging your sorrows
And procrastinating your defeat.
But this "time" is only borrowed.
The day will soon come when the King's full payment is received.

You've stolen this life
And made it something that was never yours.
But soon you shall be consumed by your own strife,
And there will be a settling of scores.

No use in running,
No ears listening to your pleas.
Your deeds are only cunning.
For it is a sincere heart that our God sees.

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This one leans toward the hope I am expecting soon 🌈