At The Churches' End

Raise your flag, wear your cross
Stand silent of the cost

Our spoiled rotten nation
Has taken for granted our blessings
Putting more faith in an inconclusive science
Than our Maker, our first love

The church age in America is coming to its end
Vanished, gone in the blink of an eye
And then you will see the peace of man

The piece of man that desires death
The worst ways imaginable

The fallacies of our perfections are revealed
In the eradication of our foundation

Nuclear showers invade our land
Controlled under dark command

Lifeless families lay desolate
While radiation suits stare down upon there deformity

When will you learn humanity needs a Savior?

Seek deeper revelation before the fall of a nation

Salvation