Everyone running with fear on their face, no matter what their status or race. Everyone looking for that big moat, my Nyx does anyone have a boat? Underneath the last post, in the middle of the night, A ghost bus makes a silent stop. A strange and fearful sight. At the bus top at your corner, something big and brown climbed up. He’s looking for your bedroom, and it has searched all over town. You thought he couldn’t find you. That you were safe and sound, you thought that you could hide, where you could never be found, but now he’s almost here. The rainbow means there won’t be a flood, just thousands and thousands gallons of blood; the time of judgment is finally here, not another month not another year.
















You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.
You refused salvation. The reckoning is inevitable.


© AJ_Martinez