Be coming

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Be coming

Look all of you!

Feel my word!

Get it through your heads!

If you don’t want to suffer

If you don’t want to bite on the flesh,

Of those who suffer with you!

Than I will repent,

Because the trumpet will be blown!

The time will come,

And you will not know when it’s blown

Could be today or tomorrow,

In your sleep or going to work, or

Even playing with your kids.

You will not her it if you don’t believe

Than the destruction begins

So I don’t suffer like those

Souls who are now

Believe before it’s to late!

Listen to me when I say

You could even die before

Then and you still will go to hell

For you did not put God in your life

For your not saved

God will disclaim you!

And tell you to part from him!

So fare warning,

Believe before it’s to late!

Cry out for you

So you

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To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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