At The Churches' End


Raise your flag-wear your cross, stand silent of the cost
Our spoiled rotten nation has taken for granted our blessings,
Putting more faith in an inconclusive science, than our maker, our first love
The church age in America is coming to it's end, vanished,
Gone in the blink of an eye, and then you will see the peace of man
The piece of man that desires death, the worst ways imaginable
The fallacies of our perfections are revealed in the eradication of our foundation
Nuclear showers invade our land, controlled under dark command
Lifeless families lay desolate, while radiation suits stare down upon there deformity
When will you learn humanity needs a savior?
Seek deeper revelation before the fall of a nation
Salvation







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