The Storm Poem by Rachel Branscombe

The Storm is coming
The day when nothing will matter
When troubles will be gone and war will be history

The storm is coming
Make you are prepared
it will come with no warning.
No one will know the day of it destruction

The storm is coming
Feel it's wrath
Everything you do now will be meaningless
Everything sticks and nothing is forgotten
The day of judgement is at hand

The storm is coming
Have you taken heed
Have you changed your ways
Have seen the errors you have made
Have you heard the sound of pain you have caused
The storm is coming and those who don't take heed will fall.

The storm is coming
It will be unavoidable
Be prepared and be afraid