The day will soon be coming
everyone will be running
flames falling from the sky
terror in every eye.
Rumbles rising from the earth
newborn babies vanish at birth.
God knows all and Satan wants the earth.
The showdown will happen
no where to go, no hidden room
Noone will protect us
on the day of doom.
4/16/1993
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem