Braden's Poetry

The prophecy has been illustrated
For many years prior to the days we exist
Leading up to this - anticipated
They don't talk about it but it's on their faces

They talked about this generation
Since the beginning of written times
They spoke of a great tribulation
Now they commentate it as it unwinds

Here we are at the threshold
Survivors of the apocalypse already know
At the last minute, souls will be sold
The year of the flame is just the intro

Burning skies and cities being leveled
Flames licking at the humans: tongues of devils
Armies of the aftermath rise above the ashes
Watching the end of civilization as it passes

The prophecy of the great Nostradamus
Will come to pass - as flames rain down upon us
The seventh month of the nineteen hundred and ninety eighth year
For hundreds of thousands perhaps millions of people:
The time is drawing near

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