By: Bevin Torres

Do you hear the crying?

      In the streets weeping comes from

      burning rubber, broken glass, twisted metal.

Believers know that this is The End;

they are trapped on earth.

      Locked out of salvation they weep,

      abandoned along with the sinners.

The world laments as unspeakable things stir,

leaving their dark hidden places.

      The hospitals are full,

      But the ambulances won’t stop coming in,

Listen to the pain of a helpless world

Hear their sorrow.

You can’t ignore it.