Portend
thunder in the distance
dull thuds
no cracks or peels,
yet ominous
comin' closer
and closer,
worldwide
across our empty plains
and cities and towns,
they ride high
above,
while people,
glued to distractions,
blind to what's already
here
and comin'
some know
their lanterns lit
afraid but sober
light will light
in their hearts and homes
wherever they are
safe
in the knowledge of what's coming
they work quietly,
/ / / while some work like dogs
to have half their income
robbed
by government
some love to rely
on corrupt
united states'
so called government
criminal government
stole many elections
over a great span
of time,
yet all things stolen
will be returned 7 fold / / /
. . the thunder cracks,
ever closer,
clouds cluster,
strange shapes . . .
some live off
the work of the good,
some steal,
some commit great
crimes in secret . . .
great crimes,
against even children, . . .
so they think,
'cause it's dark,
but God sees, . . .
God in Omniscient
in darkened skies,
in their wake they come,
the rain clouds . . .
the deluges
of the cold,
hail and snow
mixed with earth quakes,
to shake,
to wake
those sleeping,
wake up you people,
of righteousness
who want the big lie
to die
who yearn for truth
the end of globalist
bondage . . .
/ / / God is walking
upon the earth,
his spirit
is here,
he is come to judge
the quick and the dead
while his people
who are under the globalists'
bondage
and illuminati's
spells
wait to be set free
grey,
black,
dark,
mysterious
like omens
they ride upon clouds
and earth,
tornados
blizzards
heavy snows
cold
cold north wind
blows,
like gale force
here
there
everywhere
then breeze
and wind again
unprecedented,
repetitions of sounds
and pictures
in the atmosphere
the alpha omega
eclipse
over 7 ninevehs
forming crosses
intersections over cities
of states,
over little egypt
in the u s of america, . . .
warning
just like jonah
more than an eclipse,
is days away
more than an astronomical thing
wake up
look up
this one's a God thing
something's coming,
i can feel it in the wind,
/ / / and it's not bad
for the good, / / /
. . .
but for the God mockers
and scoffers
and in particular
for the Blasphemers
like dirty crooked joe
turning a good day
on friday
into abomination,
. . . well,
it's bad,
very bad . . .
the earth quakes
the weather's wild
world wide
hidden news
by the propagandistic
fake news
bought by the wicked rich
paid for by the likes of
schwab and soros
oh yeah,
the omens are real
the alpha and omega
is real
like the eclipse
scheduled over
God's America,
for a warning
and a showdown, . . .
for repentance
or rebellion
the days are marked
time's running out,
for the runners of crime
soon they,
the government mobsters
will meet
their maker, . . .
they've been warned
to repent
they've given their answer
they know God is real,
yet,
they mock and scorn
obeisance
to their master
lucifer
rogue
punk fallen angel
their answer makes
the air is electric,
the animals hide
the earth quakes,
the winds blow,
things are taut,
ready to snap
suddenly . . .
darkness falls
like a woolen cloak
on a lantern,
light's snuffed out
all stumble,
some vomit
soil their undergarment
some fall to their knees
begging forgiveness,
some in rage
they scream
their fallen angel
will save them,
so they think . . .
/ / / even they,
the animals,
even the clouds,
marching in air above,
soldiers of vapor,
meta morphing into shapes,
that tell a sign,
even they,
know . . .
following the commands
of the Lord of Lords,
of the upcoming events