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Mar 2017
Of the times and of the seasons, of these I need to write
For ye know not one iota, what it is that I do cite

I cite the Word of God, the King James Version to be sure
The only Book that does exist, that is Holy and is Pure

There’s coming a Day soon, as a thief that’s in the night
In dark foreboding gloom, then gone will be all Light

When “peace and safety” they shall say, then Destruction is abrupt
From which there’s no escape, and you cannot interrupt

Why is this you may ask?…you are appointed unto WRATH!
Ignore this if you will, and skip along your merry path
Written by
Elihu Barachel
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