Running into the night without caution or care
Praying I won't slip in the mud and land in the abyss of all the haters.
Each step is tacky and sticky, causing my speed to continue to slow down.
While, each breath is ****** from my lungs with such intensity that I wonder what side I am fighting for.

And as the time inches closer each day, my prayers become quieter
And my sorrow and doubt grow into full blown anxiety.
The news fills our head with complete anihilation, destruction the only goal.
Bones and primitive tools line the streets with the aroma of innocent death.

Keeping my eyes open, I see the sun and it never fails to rise.
In the evening, the moon controls the tides and lights up the darkness with stars
Inside my heart and soul, I beg for forgiveness from the divine, perfect one.
While silent tears line my face and my nose becomes stuffy.

I think they are calling the first step martial law, which sounds like we need to ready ourselves for the end.
But until that day comes, you can still find me giving thanks to our Lord and Savior.