The Seventh Trumpet
I can no longer tell the days from the nights. The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood. Something big is going to happen. Something so big it could forever change world. What have you all done? What have you all become? A people more concerned with the temporary pleasures of this world rather than your eternal salvation? I am now convinced that this is the end. As I raise my head towards the heavens to take one last look at the moon, the stars begin to fall.
Autor(es): August Burns Red
