End of Days

A Poem by David Smothers

Sound
Like a rushing wind
I'm on fire
Never consuming me
Breaking me out you see
Sea parts away from me

Walk
Like a roaring lion
Hunting it's prey
Bold as the king of kings
Giving me strength to see
Eyes open to the coming days

Seeing
I'm seeing a difficult time
The end of a generation
Fall of every nation
Unraveled in my mind

Take my word for it
Take it to heart
Deny your self
Surrender it all
That's a good way to start

Shout it from the rooftops
Shout it from the raging seas
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming for you and me