The doomsday preacher has a lot to say
about what’s going on in the world today.
He quotes the scriptures with a loud voice
so as to point out that we all have a choice.

He addresses his words to those who’re passing by
which is usually at times with such a piercing cry.
Some of the people stop and listen there for a while
wondering if what is spoken may not be full of guile.

The words that he speaks talk of fire and brimstone
coming down on us all unless we repent and atone
from the things we all do which are against the law
and accumulate sin barring us from heaven’s door.

He stands there alone in the street as if one transfixed
though the message loudly preached is not ever mixed,
and handing out certain pamphlets of the printed word
for any who care to read later what they haven’t heard.

Rarely does he pause at all during the time of speaking
but continues on for the sake of any lost souls reaping.
Like one long ago who was seen crying in the wilderness
preaching of those things that require God’s forgiveness.
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Doomsday approaches
Quick now, bury your loved ones
I'll see you in hell

Thrusting hands mime silent screams
Choking gasps of sorrow

Nightmares wake from falling dreams
Counting down tomorrow

Flint and stone and sharpened bone
Guiding paths once taken

Flint-etched stone and sunbleached bone
Remnants long forsaken

Dust swept sands across the lands
Where once fine cities stood?

*Our future held in fragile hands
Of those who know they could