As I sat on a great American mountain top,
knowing for many, in an instant, the end of the line.
I watched in horror as the great bomb dropped,
the huge Electro Magnetic Pulse, hastening the end of time.

People going about their business,
daily on filth they've dined.
shrugging off the business of the enemy,
continuing on, dumb and blind.

I scream with ragged voice,
cleanse your home from hell fire sin.
You sit and take in by your own choice,
of the cesspool of the satanism and demon din.

Your children are indoctrinated,
by things innoculated,
and conceived by satans delight,
which worships him and brings him height.

But cast out the demon dread,
clearing your mind and your head.
Of things of filth now freely said,
over the tomb of doom, in your homestead.

While Gods Word sits on the shelf, dusty, never read,
no longer by the Spirit led,
without even realizing, your soul is dead
seldom is repentence pled.

Call on His Name, only in which safety can be found,
call on Him now, while safety is still around.
For when the bomb is dropped and America falls,
it may be too late, the Spirit now calls.

Where can one go, where can one hide,
to escape the encroaching tide,
techonology of today leaves no place to hide,
only one place secure, in Him abide.