We are but like the snows
fashioned from the billows
gently unto the hollows
where we began our roles
Washed away by the erosion
divided into different direction
separated by personal ambition
but one common destination
Then appeared cynicism
with support from chauvinism
dethroning the power of patriotism
by installing the spirit of racism
Nations are now divided
not willing to be united
pushing for different alliances
as a proof for their grimaces
As humanity last hour looms
hopes are burning out like fumes
the very earth we all love and cherish
will soon or someday perish
Alas, the timing is perfect
prophecies are set to take effect
sooner than we all expect
according to God's prospect
We are all tenants here
let every human prepare
for the owner's trumpet
as foretold by His prophet
