The End Of Days

Those who have ears to hear, let them hear?

With the next and surely the last world war on the horizon, we would be prudent to ask ourselves, what does it really mean for us? Not only as a nation but as members of the global society as a whole.

In this study group, we will examine the religious, geo-political and socio-economic aspects of these particularly turbulent and troubled times that we find ourselves in today.

Wars, that in the past and present days were and are being fought over The price of a gallon of gas, will soon be fought over the price of a gallon of water and a bag of wheat.

With the global economy on the verge of implosion we can plainly see that as a society we have pushed ourselves beyond any measureable degree of sustainability. No one group of people can benefit or prosper without the exploitaion and oppression of another.

Issues such as Global Warming and Climate Change are inevitably destroying the enviornment. Droughts, flooding and crop failures have been gradually becomming a harsh reality world wide.

Disease and pestulence threaten to over burden an already failing healthcare system. While wars and destruction kill thousands every day.

We are killing ourselves and our brothers and sisters around the globe and no one really seems to care anymore.

More and more we see Biblical Prophecies being fullfilled in the world around us. These next 3.5 years promise to bring about human suffering such as has never been since the beginning, no, nor shall ever be again.

God tells us, "Come out of her my people, that ye be not partakers of her plagues."
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"The Last Tomorrow"

Spring took some time off that day
So did the birds and their song
And a realistic winter, for a time, held their place
And the sun dropped low as the shadows grew long

Leaves from the trees, they harkened unto me
Then withered as they fell to the ground
A witness, each one with it's story to tell
They galliantly floated, each one to their end,
softly and without a sound.

The silence, it tore through the fabric of time
Endlessly stretching out for eternity
Yet somehow, while weaving through the circuits and lines
Morbidly falling short of some thing called serenity.

Worlds, introduced with surgical grace
In an hour that "NEVER" would catch up with time
And I was presented with a glimpse of the end
And surely, on that day I knew it were mine

The earth, it shook as the fires raged higher
While the heavens reigned upon the earth
Death was appointed unto every land
As mother nature surmised her rebirth

Nightfall choked the starlight
Nor twinkling twill of the angel's scope
Off on the horizon, under silver moonlight
The desolate glimpse of a dying world's hope

The wind, it spake to the mountains
It hissed, it howled and growned
From the altars, all through the fountains
It cried and whistled and moaned

Indescribable amounts of the people
Whom the ocean did rise up to meet
Careless, they wait for the diggers
Lying about like dung in the streets

And war upon war, they kept raging
Each man, a gun in his hand
'Till the bullets that rained on the nations
Now equaled the grains of the sand

And I, with the task of recorder
With a glimpse of the last light and doom
In words, I now bring before you
What inevitably must come soon.......

Copyright 1997 S.L. Schofield