... Final Hours ...

Friday, September 12, 1997

Final Hours

Generation, upon generations of time
Life's have thinned the meanings of hope
Wondering how long they will live, and age
This is all we should determine on
Wrong
The bible is that key
That fills in all the gaps
Guiding us to the FINAL HOURS
Ones have curiously pushed and designed
The flip sides that encourage us in movies
What guides us on how to capture a feeling of rush
Making at one time, decisions all at once
That could determine the end of their life
Care, what is there really to care about
Looking for that time, to get hurt again
Well this sure captures a feeling of great
Everyday, more and more life's seem to choose and explore
The temptations of trying to feel, every possible way
To learning what's to know, about sex on their own
Really what is there to know
Adam and Eve opened a curious reason to find
And Satan hit the points to make them want to search
Which over again, prove itself wrong
Now marriage means nothing in ones eyes
People ruined the feelings
By never actually capturing the meanings
I have learned waiting, the meaning will be more
None of us are perfect
And most of us, like to determine the choose
What's the point to love
We all get confused and mad
That's nice, to hear
Welcome to Satan's class
Of always being prepared
For he will always be jealous
Just because his name doesn't rank on top
So why not get the world to learn about many of imaginary god's
That in the end, grow to be not real
Problems after problems, never get guide
Why?
Really, who are you talk to
Jehovah god created Adam and Eve with a name
Don't you think he has one too
I'm not to much concerned about ever getting baptized in holy water
Oct. 8, of 1995, I've been baptized in my own blood
So I've already been baptized
I know now, I was given a second to be a example of today
Not a story of yesterday
I can not believe how stupid
My life, and how others have grown
Many will set a example by going door, to door
People like myself are a example, to prove that Jehovah god is real
But still, lets not forget
Adam and Eve already opened a door
That closed behind
Many will listen
But many really don't have the time to care
Man has to play a role of having money
Looking a past the roots of grown
Trying to be more then someone who needs to be know
Being greedy is most important
Rather then having the best riches to life
Being alive, and living forever
Many are to rich to care
Really what are they being warned about
Man has died for years
Like we are doing something wrong
Just trying to make a pay check to live
Not catching the point, the FINAL HOURS our at hand
Forgetting the pain they went through
Passing the experiences upon others
Letting them capture a feeling of more
Always we make mistakes
But man comes up with a thought to love
To solve all problems
Allow Jehovah god to be the only guide
Our life's have grow two depths of feel
In our case, we have to be learn how to be perfect again
Searching upon every mistake
Jehovah god and Jesus, love us this much
Allowing us to learning the meaning behind the mistakes
We have a reason to think with our mind
Once you see a tear
There is no stop of more
Learning the depth of these feelings
Really is not cool
Capturing the moment on how to hide
The shades of tears
Many will never want to believe
Living this life style is O.K.
And the bible is just another plain story to tale
Man created a belief that Jehovah god worships us to kill
The question really is, does he
In reality though, there is another truth to the side
That always gets passed down and turned
It is sad most of us learn the hard way
But this is how we alone determine to suffer
History books talk about book yesterday went
But the bible prepares us not to fear
Warning us there is a way not to repeat
What Adam an Eve have grown to cause
From living on the edge
Satan shows his feelings of care
Knowing his ruling has a limit to prove
Before his FINAL HOURS

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