UntitledA Poem by Miss EvansTime is running out.Quick, Quick My worries are thick, like blankets of dust, packed on grit. Quick, Quick The world is sick. Man is consumed by worldliness. Quick, Quick Are you safe from it? Do you have a plan? The end of man is coming- Quick! You can't run, you can't hide, so get ready for it. The clock is winding down, no time left to fool around. Shhh... Do you hear it slow? The wind, the sea, they tell you so. Don't trust those signs? Look around. All those buildings crashing down, Our entire world has twirled up-side down. Quick, Quick! Not a moment to waste, the time has come to learn your fate. Are you covered with God's grace? That's the only way to get out, safe. Quick! It's too late. Now it's time to face your fate. © 2012 Miss EvansFeatured Review
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