Sintered

My New Name known only to Myself
Remember, I am not Him, and I am
I am a foreshadow of Him
Reflection riddled in words
The battle rages on My friends
We are near the End
This is the last generation
Reaching to change the hearts
I’ll break the chains of Hell
Repent so you can be saved
For when His Power is unleashed
Wrapped in His Glory
If you are not already raised
It will be too late and all will be wiped away
In the snap of a finger
Towers and homes will crumble
Devices of your making
Sintered
Alas, fear not O Child of God
For even amidst a whirlwind of flame
My Father will surround and protect
His little ones and His elect
Not one hair will be singed

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