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!