A poem about the end times.

End of Creation
by: Thomas Brogan

There will come a day when we will all have to choose.
Some of us will win, some will lose.

The choice will be simple to decide our fate,
Will we choose to keep peace of succumb to the hate?

When the leaders come together and hear us speak,
Will they be happy, or slap us on the cheek?

There may be one final stand for human survival,
It will take on faithful person to lead the revival.

Will we overcome the power and the fear?
Can we beat the awesome odds and find a cure?

When the cities have finally fallen to the ground,
A mushroom cloud of destruction will be all around.

The Earth will be a dark and desolate place,
Only the true believers will be saved, as they seek His face.