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By: Cedric McClester We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight The nuclear scientists all say Before the Biblically revealed Armageddon Is tragically brought into play The world believes that a madman Has his hands on the nuclear codes And frankly other leaders are worried Because of what that forebodes We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight According to the nuclear clock And people all over the world Are frankly expressing their shock At the talk of building up stockpiles As a necessary and clear deterrent While furthering an insane plan That isn’t at best coherent We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight And some are abandoning hope Others are still optimistic By holding tightly onto God’s Rope But whatever side you may fall on The potential for disaster is real When the head of a powerful nation Operates by how he may feel We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight That’s’ a sad but salient fact With all sides worried and wondering Who’ll make the first strike attack Instead of reducing our stockpiles They’re hell-bent on building them up Take the time to look at their profiles You’ll discover that most are corrupt Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
THIRTY SECONDS CLOSER TO MIDNIGHT
By: Cedric McClester We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight The nuclear scientists all say Before the Biblically revealed Armageddon Is tragically brought into play The world believes that a madman Has his hands on the nuclear codes And frankly other leaders are worried Because of what that forebodes We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight According to the nuclear clock And people all over the world Are frankly expressing their shock At the talk of building up stockpiles As a necessary and clear deterrent While furthering an insane plan That isn’t at best coherent We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight And some are abandoning hope Others are still optimistic By holding tightly onto God’s Rope But whatever side you may fall on The potential for disaster is real When the head of a powerful nation Operates by how he may feel We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight That’s’ a sad but salient fact With all sides worried and wondering Who’ll make the first strike attack Instead of reducing our stockpiles They’re hell-bent on building them up Take the time to look at their profiles You’ll discover that most are corrupt Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
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