The Eleventh Hour.
The clock ticks.. But nobody cares.. The Gospel is preached.. But nobody dares to hear.. But just stares without fear.. We care less what lay ahead of us.. A blessing or a curse.. All thou know it shall come to pass.. They rebuke with mocking.. Not knowing its provoking.. God's anger.. Wrath.. Rage.. But then He gives us time.. For thou to repent.. Our life to amend.. Before the angle of death is sent.. The Eleventh Hour.. Moment of no repent.. But time to lament The moment of suffering.. Crying and murmuring.. Locked up in our Own chains.. Chains full of pain with no gain.. Slowly drifting away from God.. But does He say.. For sure it will come to pass.. #ApieceOfMindArt.