Topic:
The Apocalypse
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peace

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word i'll check in its .....11:34 my time on a beautiful friday night......good topic...lots to play with.......pz

i'm ready to drop if this kid would ever check in.....................not droppin til me does.....pz................

In...I'll have something done whenever..BTW..the TOPIC SUCKS

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!

I walk..entrusting my every muscle coordinates with the next
Instead, I'm thinking that a next step I'll regret...
A step that can be so big, Something thats so changing to Life
Or a small enough step, like to write what is Right..

So yeh..I take many steps..as subways enter through the Scent
An old man with a cardboard sign..Or a Psychic telling us to Repent
It didn't make a difference then, As in that Future is right Now
If I could've changed things then, I probably wouldn't be here now
Not that I'd die or something either...

Im waiting for the 5 Train, true to his name, Its more or less 5 min. late
I stand by the gate, Watching Time Passing by..
Looking at the time on the Watch, Standing on the Gate...
So yes..everything became still, and the Old Man disappeared..
I felt it near, everyone vanished, never reappeared..
I watched Time Pass Me by, And the Apocalypse Passed..
Time ages too.. And Passed by, as the Cardboard Old Man...

blah.

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!

Total devastation, the ultimate ending, ever nearing due to perpetual time...
through methods humans uncomprehending, will come judgement of the divine...
the clouds break asunder, the warrior prince's steed is heard in the distance...
demons take heed, the prophecy to be fulfilled, as evil is banished from existence...
human kind in awe exhaults their heads to the heavens...
to behold vicious beast and holy warrior clashing clothed in white linens...
with the holy spirit as there sword weilding faith as thier only shield..
human and angel allied together as one now storm the battlefield...
Demonic souls, forsaken the fallen left in slaughter a wordly bloodbath...
as the four horsemen are summoned by heavenly trumpets to enact thier wrath...
famine and disease spread, fire rains from the welkin(vault of heaven)....
Angels stand poised with 7 bowls of God's wrath awaiting the ceremony to begin...
Lucifer summons all his might but his feeble attempts are in vain....
fallen from the lords grace hath he, now destined to be slain....
locked away for thousands of millenia yet never to expire...
and by God's grace he will once again direct the angel choir...
These last days, shrouded in suffering, deliverance, and gore...
will end with the combining of Earth and heavenly our current statis ...no more...
Apocalypse by definition is teh presentation of God and his grace...
and we will all bow down with hands meekly over our eyes, for we dare not gaze on his face....