Tribulation Poem by Jhon Paul Andrade
Tribulation
The world is a dungeon
We are merely its prisoners
Battle would soon be drawn
Every piece would scatter
Ferocious predator would arise
Taking with him the biggest lies
Look not at his deceiving eyes
Trust me, hell would not be so nice
Jesus or digits? choose the latter
You'll experience an eternal fire
Blinded by things that don't last
That even death cannot surpass
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