Yonder in the infinite realm,
I see strong currencies oscilliating.
Currencies that can calm,
And others so horifying.

In this clash between good and evil,
The earth is at the epicenter.
What this battle reveal,
Is what prompts me to enter.

As I labor to pick the vibrations,
Some thoughts dorminate my mind.
After checking my reactions,
I do resent what I find.

The clock has struck twelve,
Yet dirt is still on the shelf.
It is time to engage the gospel,
For all should know Jehovah's will