The End
I sit and ponder what may lie ahead
Will we survive or are we dead
They said at times "the end is near"
This is the final time I fear
The time is near no messing round
As I speak they're falling down
God, is this really the end?
And are You still my friend?
I trust in you with all myself
Please don't forget me on the shelf
You are the King I grant you that
But a frightful place is where I'm at
You promised You would spare the "ones"
Some are old and some are young
Some to be and some have died
You will bring us to Your side
I bow my head in silent prayer
For the billions that won't be there
I've told them many times before
they only shut and lock their doors
I hope "The One" comes really soon
I just can't taste this coming doom
It would be the worse I've had
Inside it makes me shake real bad
I cling to You with hopes and fears
That You will wipe away these tears
And we are written in Your hand
And won't be changed into sand
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