The Last Day of Earth ................ By: Scarecrow76

(( OK I am no Kim Clement (nor do I want to be) but once in a while God throws a word on my heart and over time I see how he gave me knowledge of something long before it ever happened and it usually winds up proving something in the word being fulfilled or proven to be true. I think this one is one of those. There is the first verse of the third lie that sounds suspicious or will to all of us USMers but I swear to you, it has nothing to do with me. It was just part of the imagery I saw in my mind as these lines came together. Just wanted to share that with you all.>




The canyon walls are soaring high.
A silver ship speeds past the clouds through the sky.
The river is clean and it's madness flows.
Cutting it's way into the stones.
The giants groan and waken from their tombs.
Angrily searching for their missing gold.
As we watch their what will be's.
Reclaim the future from their days of old.
Fleshly robots built strong as any steel cast their eyes.
As they watch the world will soon turn another way.
While in the shining towers where faith has been misplaced they count souls.
Of those fallen who will be forced to call the night "the day".

Watching mountains return red with blood.
Rains and rolls and is soon to flood.
Can we hear our children cry.
As our elders and priests line them up for sacrifice.
Elected priests standing proudly over our lands chain us to their gods.
In a darkness we can never sleep away.
Good will workers preaching peace with a blade hidden in their sleeves.
Pave the road to hell and unkindly point us down the way.
Choking on the sold out pride of concrete and steel as turnstiles revolve a turn.
As we suffocate on the coin we did not know we had to pay.
As we are forced to stand ad watch our homes fall and burn and tears turn to salt.
As we watch the laughter of the beasts we trust carry our dust and memories away.

In the grain, only a scarecrow stands.
Burning burlap leaving only a man.
Blood flows from his wrists and shins.
The world where he was born that will never be again.
Every monster crawls up from the mud like some evil toy.
Breathing pestilence and disease into every woman, child and man.
Evolution is still just as much a lie as the fire where we were born.
And this storm is far from the last of a dry flood that's to come.
The warrior angel lays down his battle shield to shed a universal tear.
A sacrifice he offers of his sympathies and blood.
While the father must wipe tears from his own face as his children cry.
Now that he must return his children to the mud.

The blind will gather and call out lies.
And the evil they've loved they will despise.
They will turn their face and go.
Rushing madly but still turn to stone.
Jerusalem will keep them as souvenirs who loved only what they liked.
No thoughts of wrong or right or what was good or bad.
The rest will pass these shifting martyrs of misery who's minds changed with he wind.
Who never saw the salvation they could have had.
Jesus will stand up to the father's face and plea for their forgiveness.
But the father will have to turn his face away.
"Sin can not reside here by my side in new Jerusalem.
But maybe the fire will burn their sins away."

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