When his silence speaks, It will be the fulfilment of anguish and sorrows from the naysayer’s.

Some of them will live to see the kingdom of heaven descending like a dive and agree with the word.

The days of him wounding the dragon when it shall be loosened.

He shall ride upon the white horse holding his double edged sword:

And many shall see and fear; as they will see wonder’s upon the firmaments.

Sooner it will be not called later till the coming of the son of the creator.

The misleading might be bleeding deep within their own consciousness.

As I spit this crisis, sour and bitter I come! It’s sad cry.

The streets has drank too much blood of the innocent soul’s, for countless times.

Why should we keep on running away from the satanic individuals…?

I arise holding the sword of the living spirit wounding the dragon.

Whirlwinds heard about me when thunder told about my soul.

As I rain upon the wicked soul’s, may the earth listen and the death rest in peace upon the righteous soul’s:

May eternity arise for unity, one day in my silence far where I will be they will say he was preparing us.

Arise for he will come as a flood and raise the standard’s for his chosen one’s.

Many are called but few are chosen.