To whom it may concern, this poem is addressed
I write it to the ******, I write to the Blessed

The last Book in the Bible, speaks of seven years
Seven years of Judgment, seven years of Tears

The seven years will start, with the breaking of a Seal
The first seal upon a Scroll, God's WRATH you then will feel

Seven years of Torment, seven years of Pain
Seven years of Judgment, seven years of Bane

Chances are not good, that you'll survive unto the end
By John the Revelator, on Patmos this was penned

To the Church in Corinth, two letters Paul did send
Words from the risen Lord [1], by this Apostle penned

Believers should take heed, of the first letter of the two
it is written to the Gentiles, it is written for the Jew

Behold the chapter ten plus five, verses one through four
This is the Gospel for today...salvation at its core

Take note unto a phrase, Paul wrote this phrase down twice
"According to the scriptures"...this is more than Paul's advice!

According to the scriptures! Can you site them please?
Site the chapters and the verses, to Salvation they're the keys

THE CHAPTERS AND THE VERSES! Do you know them? Is that so?
Your Salvation on this rests, or to Hell you're going to go


[1] 1st Cor 14:17

THE DAY** is drawing near, The Day is drawing nigh
THE DAY of Death and Bane, The Day that you will die

Read the last book of the Bible, this was written long ago
The WRATH of GOD poured out, The Day Death and Woe

***** and Gomorrah, to a cinder they were burned
A lesson for today, but a lesson never learned

Soon, very soon, The Lamb will break the Seal
Then seven years of PAIN, God's WRATH you're going to feel

Sackcloth is the garb, of two men shortly to appear
They’ll be on the Temple Mount, watch them with great fear

Forty months plus two, they preach both day and night
A Gospel like no other, condemn sinners for their plight

The Little Horn of Denial, this so aggravates
What they say and preach, he really really hates

Do not attempt to stop them, they have a warning dire
Go ahead and try! On you they will breath fire

Ekk! Ekk! Con-oh-me
Is so bad it makes me ***

All those trillions gone to waste
Print some more and with great haste

Fifty billion trillion Euros
Not enough to buy new clothes

All the whole world is going broke
Everyone lie down and croak

Tax the poor and save the rich
Yellen makes me itch and twitch

For a rainy day you saved
Not enough to dig your grave

Fireballs! Fireballs! Falling from the sky
Fireballs! Fireballs! Doom is drawing neigh

Fearful sights and signs, in the Heavens now behold
Catastrophe! Calamity! This Doom has been foretold

Men's hearts failing them for fear, for what is coming on the Earth
The "Time of Jacob's Troubles", are in the pangs of birth

The San Andres Fault, that crocked crack along the coast
Along with New Madrid, the other crack that's feared the most

Both are overdue, for a Richter Scale 10
Then Yellowstone will blow, and blow and blow again

Oh such cheery news! But not to worry not to fret
Skip along your merry way, all the warning signs forget

An Asteroid will get you!...Land right on your head!
So eat and drink be merry, very soon you will be dead