Two Witnesses.

The land bellows and moans, as the waters churn and groans. Two witnesses rising unto cries, against man who's begining was lies. We can not hold the blood no longer, as the son grows stronger and stronger. Trumpets blowing, spiritual ears knowing, the earth shaking to wicked seeds sewing. Oh day where is thine pride, oh night why do you not hide, mountains unable to hold stance, once strong trees now whither and die. This be the warning from the depths of earth and water, the red world that bares wings shall come in the last quarter. Bend oh wicked generation, judgement is in contemplation.