The end times are upon us,
The harvest time means trouble.
The proud and greedy men, like weeds
Will burn away to stubble.

The barren trees of priests, so false,
Now wither in the heat
And those who pray to themselves only
Are chafe among the wheat.

And those who turned away from God
Or called him fantasy,
Now beg for another chance
While praying on their knee.

The Sun of Righteousness has come
Sending God's Fire and Light
Giving strength and power to true believers
And burning those who dwell in darkest night.

The holy fire heats the earth,
A kiln to shape the righteous ones
But a funeral pyre for the wicked
With the power of all spirit suns.

And when it ends, a new age dawns
With God the only King,
Matter is spirit once again
And Death has lost his sting.

Based on the prophecies of Malachi in the old testament.

Previously published on my spiritual blog.