The Second Coming
The Second Coming
In the stillness of the night, beneath a sky of stars,
There lies a trembling world, scarred with countless scars.
The winds of change howl through the air,
Whispering of a time when nothing will be as it once was fair.
The old ways crumble, the familiar fades,
And in the heart of darkness, a new light invades.
For in the depths of chaos, amid the rising storm,
A second coming stirs, to take a different form.
Not of angels' wings, nor a savior’s grace,
But of the earth’s fierce cry, and humanity's trace.
The drums of war beat loud and near,
As fear spreads its shadow, sowing seeds of fear.
Yet in this turmoil, in this bleak despair,
There’s a whisper of hope, a breath of air.
For from the ashes, something must rise,
A new dawn breaking through bloodshot skies.
The second coming is not foretold in ancient scrolls,
But in the silent suffering of fractured souls.
It rises from the dust of forgotten dreams,
From the rivers of tears, the silent screams.
It is the cry of the earth, the call of the wild,
The untamed spirit, like that of a child.
For every end is but a new beginning,
And every loss a chance for winning.
See how the world trembles, on the edge of night,
Clinging to the remnants of a dying light.
Yet in this darkness, something stirs,
A force unseen, as old as the universe.
The second coming, not of man or beast,
But of the spirit within, long since deceased.
It is the rebirth of the ancient ways,
A return to truth, through endless days.
The second coming is not in the skies,
But in the hearts where truth now lies.
It’s in the breaking of the chains that bind,
In the freeing of the collective mind.
It’s in the rise of the silenced voice,
The awakening to a greater choice.
No longer bound by fear or greed,
The spirit rises, a new creed.
The earth shakes, the oceans roar,
As the old world crumbles, to be no more.
For in destruction, there lies creation,
A chance for hope, a new foundation.
The second coming is in every breath,
In every step towards life from death.
It’s in the courage to face the end,
And in the will to rise again.
The second coming is a storm unseen,
A cleansing fire, fierce and keen.
It burns away the lies, the false pretenses,
Strips bare the world’s defenses.
For in the ashes of what once was,
There lies the seed of a greater cause.
A world reborn, from earth’s deep womb,
Emerging from the darkness, breaking the tomb.
The second coming is not of wrath,
But of a world finding a new path.
It’s in the turning of the tide,
In the rising of the sun, far and wide.
It’s in the healing of the land,
In the joining of hand in hand.
For every tear that falls in vain,
There is a drop of cleansing rain.
The second coming is in the eyes,
Of those who refuse to accept the lies.
It’s in the heart that beats with fire,
In the soul that never tires.
It’s in the hands that build anew,
In the minds that seek what’s true.
For in the darkness, the light shall shine,
And the second coming will be divine.
It is the rise of the forgotten, the voice of the unheard,
The power of a single word.
It is the dawn after the darkest night,
The victory after the fiercest fight.
For in every ending, there is a start,
In every sorrow, there lies a heart.
The second coming is not in the past,
But in the future, vast and vast.
It is the breaking of the chains that bind,
The awakening of the sleeping mind.
It is the roar of the earth, the cry of the sea,
The song of a spirit, wild and free.
It is the rise of the earth, the fall of the sky,
The truth in every whispered lie.
For in the chaos, there is a plan,
In every woman, in every man.
The second coming is not foretold,
In ancient texts or stories old.
It is the pulse of the earth, the beat of the heart,
The soul’s true song, the spirit’s art.
It is the birth of a new creation,
The rise of a new nation.
For in the end, all things must change,
And the second coming will rearrange.
The second coming is not of fear,
But of a world that draws near.
It’s in the hope that never dies,
In the light that never lies.
It’s in the earth’s deep sigh,
In the tears that never dry.
For in the ashes of what’s been lost,
There lies the path we all must cross.
The second coming is a call to arms,
To save the world from further harms.
It’s in the rise of the spirit strong,
In the righting of every wrong.
It’s in the power of love, the strength of hope,
The will to change, the means to cope.
For in the darkness, the light shall rise,
And the second coming will be wise.
The second coming is not yet here,
But its presence we can feel near.
It’s in the whispers of the wind,
In the lessons we have sinned.
It’s in the fire that burns within,
In the fight we all must win.
For in the end, we all shall see,
The second coming will set us free.
The second coming is the dawn of a new age,
The turning of a forgotten page.
It is the end of the old, the birth of the new,
The rise of the many, the fall of the few.
It is the voice of the earth, the song of the sea,
The spirit’s call to be wild and free.
For in the second coming, we shall find,
The true path for all mankind.
The second coming is not in the skies,
But in the hearts where truth now lies.
It is the rise of the earth, the fall of the sky,
The truth in every whispered lie.
For in the chaos, there is a plan,
In every woman, in every man.
The second coming is not of fear,
But of a world that draws near.
It’s in the hope that never dies,
In the light that never lies.
It’s in the earth’s deep sigh,
In the tears that never dry.
For in the ashes of what’s been lost,
There lies the path we all must cross.
The second coming is a call to arms,
To save the world from further harms.
It’s in the rise of the spirit strong,
In the righting of every wrong.
It’s in the power of love, the strength of hope,
The will to change, the means to cope.
For in the darkness, the light shall rise,
And the second coming will be wise.
The second coming is not yet here,
But its presence we can feel near.
It’s in the whispers of the wind,
In the lessons we have sinned.
It’s in the fire that burns within,
In the fight we all must win.
For in the end, we all shall see,
The second coming will set us free.
The second coming is the dawn of a new age,
The turning of a forgotten page.
It is the end of the old, the birth of the new,
The rise of the many, the fall of the few.
It is the voice of the earth, the song of the sea,
The spirit’s call to be wild and free.
For in the second coming, we shall find,
The true path for all mankind.
In the stillness of the night, beneath a sky of stars,
There lies a trembling world, scarred with countless scars.
The winds of change howl through the air,
Whispering of a time when nothing will be as it once was fair.
The old ways crumble, the familiar fades,
And in the heart of darkness, a new light invades.
For in the depths of chaos, amid the rising storm,
A second coming stirs, to take a different form.
Not of angels' wings, nor a savior’s grace,
But of the earth’s fierce cry, and humanity's trace.
The drums of war beat loud and near,
As fear spreads its shadow, sowing seeds of fear.
Yet in this turmoil, in this bleak despair,
There’s a whisper of hope, a breath of air.
For from the ashes, something must rise,
A new dawn breaking through bloodshot skies.
The second coming is not foretold in ancient scrolls,
But in the silent suffering of fractured souls.
It rises from the dust of forgotten dreams,
From the rivers of tears, the silent screams.
It is the cry of the earth, the call of the wild,
The untamed spirit, like that of a child.
For every end is but a new beginning,
And every loss a chance for winning.
See how the world trembles, on the edge of night,
Clinging to the remnants of a dying light.
Yet in this darkness, something stirs,
A force unseen, as old as the universe.
The second coming, not of man or beast,
But of the spirit within, long since deceased.
It is the rebirth of the ancient ways,
A return to truth, through endless days.
The second coming is not in the skies,
But in the hearts where truth now lies.
It’s in the breaking of the chains that bind,
In the freeing of the collective mind.
It’s in the rise of the silenced voice,
The awakening to a greater choice.
No longer bound by fear or greed,
The spirit rises, a new creed.
The earth shakes, the oceans roar,
As the old world crumbles, to be no more.
For in destruction, there lies creation,
A chance for hope, a new foundation.
The second coming is in every breath,
In every step towards life from death.
It’s in the courage to face the end,
And in the will to rise again.
The second coming is a storm unseen,
A cleansing fire, fierce and keen.
It burns away the lies, the false pretenses,
Strips bare the world’s defenses.
For in the ashes of what once was,
There lies the seed of a greater cause.
A world reborn, from earth’s deep womb,
Emerging from the darkness, breaking the tomb.
The second coming is not of wrath,
But of a world finding a new path.
It’s in the turning of the tide,
In the rising of the sun, far and wide.
It’s in the healing of the land,
In the joining of hand in hand.
For every tear that falls in vain,
There is a drop of cleansing rain.
The second coming is in the eyes,
Of those who refuse to accept the lies.
It’s in the heart that beats with fire,
In the soul that never tires.
It’s in the hands that build anew,
In the minds that seek what’s true.
For in the darkness, the light shall shine,
And the second coming will be divine.
It is the rise of the forgotten, the voice of the unheard,
The power of a single word.
It is the dawn after the darkest night,
The victory after the fiercest fight.
For in every ending, there is a start,
In every sorrow, there lies a heart.
The second coming is not in the past,
But in the future, vast and vast.
It is the breaking of the chains that bind,
The awakening of the sleeping mind.
It is the roar of the earth, the cry of the sea,
The song of a spirit, wild and free.
It is the rise of the earth, the fall of the sky,
The truth in every whispered lie.
For in the chaos, there is a plan,
In every woman, in every man.
The second coming is not foretold,
In ancient texts or stories old.
It is the pulse of the earth, the beat of the heart,
The soul’s true song, the spirit’s art.
It is the birth of a new creation,
The rise of a new nation.
For in the end, all things must change,
And the second coming will rearrange.
The second coming is not of fear,
But of a world that draws near.
It’s in the hope that never dies,
In the light that never lies.
It’s in the earth’s deep sigh,
In the tears that never dry.
For in the ashes of what’s been lost,
There lies the path we all must cross.
The second coming is a call to arms,
To save the world from further harms.
It’s in the rise of the spirit strong,
In the righting of every wrong.
It’s in the power of love, the strength of hope,
The will to change, the means to cope.
For in the darkness, the light shall rise,
And the second coming will be wise.
The second coming is not yet here,
But its presence we can feel near.
It’s in the whispers of the wind,
In the lessons we have sinned.
It’s in the fire that burns within,
In the fight we all must win.
For in the end, we all shall see,
The second coming will set us free.
The second coming is the dawn of a new age,
The turning of a forgotten page.
It is the end of the old, the birth of the new,
The rise of the many, the fall of the few.
It is the voice of the earth, the song of the sea,
The spirit’s call to be wild and free.
For in the second coming, we shall find,
The true path for all mankind.
The second coming is not in the skies,
But in the hearts where truth now lies.
It is the rise of the earth, the fall of the sky,
The truth in every whispered lie.
For in the chaos, there is a plan,
In every woman, in every man.
The second coming is not of fear,
But of a world that draws near.
It’s in the hope that never dies,
In the light that never lies.
It’s in the earth’s deep sigh,
In the tears that never dry.
For in the ashes of what’s been lost,
There lies the path we all must cross.
The second coming is a call to arms,
To save the world from further harms.
It’s in the rise of the spirit strong,
In the righting of every wrong.
It’s in the power of love, the strength of hope,
The will to change, the means to cope.
For in the darkness, the light shall rise,
And the second coming will be wise.
The second coming is not yet here,
But its presence we can feel near.
It’s in the whispers of the wind,
In the lessons we have sinned.
It’s in the fire that burns within,
In the fight we all must win.
For in the end, we all shall see,
The second coming will set us free.
The second coming is the dawn of a new age,
The turning of a forgotten page.
It is the end of the old, the birth of the new,
The rise of the many, the fall of the few.
It is the voice of the earth, the song of the sea,
The spirit’s call to be wild and free.
For in the second coming, we shall find,
The true path for all mankind.
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