World war 3 Is round the corner
My job Is to Warna Brother
Have we reached the end of times
Look how high’s the fricking crimes
This might be the New World Order
Safe to say within the border
Sitting down & writing rhymes
Sipping up a bunch of Primes
Ask yourself a fricking question
Can’t you see the boiling tension
We can see that with our eyes
& the death toll on a rise
Secretly the countries joining
Altogether finger pointing
We can see that It’s all lies
Helping others as allies
What we see…. What they show
On the news not long ago
You can see they all corrupted….
They just want our minds to blow
World Is cold just bring the snow
All these snakes they call you bro
If you feel so Interrupted….
Maybe wake up & you go
All these things are taking place
Killing all the human race
Don’t you think the world Is evil….
Going back to God with grace
Keep repenting that’s our ace
The light Is shown on our face
God Is with us different level….
Paradise the one to chase
World war 3 Is round the corner
My job Is to Warna Brother
Have we reached the end of times
Look how high’s the fricking crimes
This might be the New World Order
Safe to say within the border
Sitting down & writing rhymes
Sipping up a bunch of Primes
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Comments (2)
Very realistic and well written!
Telling poem, exposing and making sense, right on, amen. Blessings.