<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Terrors Of Tomorrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold the prophecies foretold: <br>Terrors of tomorrow...<br>To live and watch each one unfold, <br>Feasts of joy and sorrow, <br>Mid Spring and Summer, Autumn, too, <br>With Winter as before, <br>Until one man comes into view...<br>He's rotten to the core...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When babies walk, he's learnt to run, <br>In time, he's learnt to fly...<br>For you behold the Devil's Son, <br>The Master of the lie.<br>With sorceries and ancient spells, <br>Dark secrets hid in time, <br>Commanding legions from the hells, <br>Well versed in death and crime...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What use are lies for short term gains? <br>They feed our bellies now...<br>Praise God, God's Spirit still restrains<br>The beast's mark on each brow...<br>If not for judgement, all is lost, <br>The world itself laid bare, <br>For every soul must count the cost, <br>Of beast lies be aware...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till Christ returns, Jerusalem<br>Will seem as all alone, <br>This royal city stays God's gem, <br>Protected from His Throne...<br>Unprotected by lucky charms, <br>Though valley victims pray, <br>Woe unto those who take up arms, <br>They live their final day...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, the 11th hour of 11/11/2011.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367794" data-title="The Terrors Of Tomorrow de Denis Martindale" data-description="Behold the prophecies foretold: Terrors of tomorrow... To live and watch each one unfold, Feasts of joy and sorrow, Mid Spring and Summer, Autumn, too, With Winter as before, Until one man comes into view... He's rotten to the core... When b..."></div> </div> </div>

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