Woe

As I read Your word looking ahead what is to come,
Contemplating the second coming of Your Son,
I anticipate the glorious rapture of Your Bride,
I can't wait to be eternally joined to Your side,
Yet I can't miss the thrice ominous repetition woe,
When the world will be judged and brought low,
When You will deal with humanity in Your wrath,
When destruction will follow Your prescribed path,
Natural disasters like earthquakes, darkness, hail,
When oceans, rivers, grass and trees will all fail,
When about two billion will violently fall to death,
When falling stars will take many others last breath,
When demons will be unleashed from the pit of abyss,
Tormenting pagans with stings like a poisonous kiss,
They will eagerly desire for their lives to finally end,
The torment will last five  months before they mend,
There are still two more horrible woes left to come,
If they would have just turned to salvation in the Son,
Sinner - repent and turn to Jesus before it is too late,
You do not want to have to try to survive the Tribulate.