The End Is Nigh Poem by Oni Omotayo

...And the sun finally set into the west
The hours of grace flapped her wings into her nest
The end is here, the heroes are gone
The time is set upon the bridge of hope
We have few minutes to the end, what can we do?
The field will be set on fire and there re much unsaved
The tears of mercy has outrun the rivers
Who can bear the terrible day of the Lord?
Prophesies wept the tears of woes
Men would not stand the Lord in battle
Yet the walls of deceptions has enslaved him
Do not fold your arms ye called of God
Saddle the horse, the ride is not over
Take with you the beacon of the gospel
Let's ride over the bridge of the sinister
Let's break into the shadows to unveil the cloak of ignorance
Bring again the dawning of hope
Ride against the tide, sail against the storm
Set into the harvest the field is ripe
Evangelize! The end is nigh.