There are many poems to be written.

There are many stories to be told,

But the world's future, I am now going to unfold

From John's Revelation of the apocalypse

Which is the future foretold.

Into heaven in the spirit, he was taken up

And on a bittersweet scroll he was made to sup

As no living man before him hath

Seen or tasted the wine of God's future wrath

As he beheld the world's future and her coming bloodbath.

He began to see a future very real

As the angel broke the first seal

And the future's scroll was unrolled to reveal

Death's final hour and its meal

Of that time, you know not the hour

When Christ will come back in all His power

When Christ's chosen will be taken up

And death will on mankind sup

When men drink wrath's wine from death's bloody cup

At that time, men will in fear cower

At that dreaded, awaited hour

For the grapes who are sour will be trampled down

In the Book of Life, they will not be found

Into the winepresses, they surely will be thrown

A more horrible bloody death men have never known

It will be a bitter brew

For those souls Christ never knew

Since they are not mine,

the vulturous death riders on these men will dine.

I pray for you that it's not too late

For even now these riders are at Hell's gate

For all lost souls, they do await

Now hear the death bells begin to toll

As the thunder begins to roll

From the valley of death,

The four horsemen of the apocalypse rode into view

Those vengeful scavengers of death I knew

By which many men would draw their final breath

Their horse hoofs beat the drums of death

As those hideous grim reapers came into view

Those loud booming hoofs of thunder

To beat mankind apart and asunder

Many men's souls they would ravage, and they would plunder

Before they were finally through.

Watch out lest they come for you.

First, the white horse galloped quickly into sight

This fallen man was dressed all in white

It was the Antichrist, a counterfeit

On the Temple's throne, he would sit

He would conquer the world with his deceiving light

The cruel fangs of death would be in his bite

Faithful saints to God he would behead

On to the ground their blood would be shed

Then I saw the angry, red war horse gallop into view

His sword he flashed, their bodies he strew

As the red blood flew

Many men his sword slew

As the pile of bodies grew and grew

Yet ever onward that horseman flew

To take the blood and souls of men on earth

Of men who had no spiritual rebirth

And were not born anew.

They were not God's chosen few

And Christ they never knew

And death laughed in glee

Over those lost souls in victory

The grim reaper took them as a prize and a spoil

For those men to God had not been loyal.

Next the dark horse of famine and sickness trotted into view

And its widen open jaws took men and began to chew

And I knew the pale horse of death would finally ensue

Shortly thereafter, the pale gray horse of death did follow

To take the men's souls that were hollow

Men in fear and in anticipation did wallow 

As death's mouth opened and took them in to swallow

It consumed many people with great delight

With hunger and sickness it did smite

The souls of men it did swallow

Whose souls were empty and were hollow

That gruesome sight made me sick

I hope your flesh the vultures never pick

Those soul snatchers you never want to know

As the winds of death must surely blow.

For into the world, those four death riders go

It is just the beginning of the end of mankind's woe

Do not spiritually slumber or sleep

Pray that your soul may escape eternal death's reap

For those lost souls, he will surely keep.

Watch lest Christ's coming takes you unaware

When true believers will be caught up to Him in the air

For that day, your soul you must prepare

You don't want to end up in the lake of fire in despair

Do not in spiritual darkness cower

Do you not know the lateness of the hour.

Arise, gone is your spiritual night

You have seen the Son, the light

For the Son of God has already risen. The hour is late

The death riders are gathering at the gate.

The choice of eternal life or death is still yours to pick

As the horse hoofs begin to impatiently kick

With them chomping at the bit

The time is not now to be a hypocrite

Repent of your sins or be left behind

With the rest of sinners and evil mankind

With the choice of eternal death or being beheaded

Change the wrong way that you now are headed

Soul, awake before it's too late

You don't want the grapes of wrath as your fate

At a time when the lost souls of this world will be forsaken

And in fear, men's hearts will be quaking

As they are in their boots shaking

When from this world, God's children will be taken

It is a time of God's vengeful wrath on sinful man

Escape now, if your soul still can

Before the death drumbeats begin to roll

And your eternal death is forever sealed on its scroll

Never say that you were not warned or told

Of what your future might hold

For this poem is the revelation of the future foretold

Of the Apocalypse

From my very own lips

To your listening ears

Before the Son of God appears

Repent now and choose eternal life

To be part of His Bride and His wife