The sky is dark, the clouds are low,
The air is thick with smoke and ash.
The ground is shaking, the earth is torn,
And all around is chaos and despair.

The people run and scream and shout,
In terror of the coming storm.
They seek shelter, but there is none,
The end is near, and all is lost.

The sun is blotted out by clouds of ash,
And the world is plunged into darkness.
The stars fall from the sky, and the seas
Roar in anger, as the world is torn apart.

The mountains crumble, the rivers dry up,
And the trees are uprooted from the ground.
The animals flee in terror, and the birds
Fall from the sky, dead from the poisoned air.

The people die in their thousands,
And the world is covered in death and destruction.
The end is here, and there is no hope,
For the world has come to an end.

But then, in the midst of the chaos,
A light appears in the sky.
It grows brighter and brighter, until
It is blinding.

The people stop and stare,
In awe and wonder.
They know that this is the end,
But they are not afraid.

For this is not the end of the world,
But the beginning of a new one.
A world without war or pain or suffering,
A world where everyone is free.

This is the world that God has promised,
The world that we have been waiting for.
The world of peace and love and joy,
The world of the end of days.
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