Never has there been

Such a time as this

With quarreling, strife,

And bickering

Fading light as evil calls

Darkness creeping in

Like slow-moving storms

Howling winds of turmoil

The blowing dust of change

Thunder and lightning crash

Within the soul of doubt

Haunting voices wooing

The internal choices

Choose wisely my friend

For eternity is the prize

What will it be lost soul?

Heaven with it’s glory

Or hell with it’s torment?

There is no in-between!