The Seventh Trumpet

I can no longer tell the days from the nights

The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood

Something big is going to happen

Something so big it could forever change the world

What have you all done?

What have you all become?

A people more concerned with the temporary pleasures of this world

Rather than your own eternal salvation?

I am now convinced that this is the end

And as I raise my head towards the heavens

To take one last look at the moon, the stars begin to fall