Take the time to hear them sing,
Like choir bells, their voices ring.
The skies are filled, feathered wings,
The servants of the newborn king.
Stop and stare into the night,
As they fill the sky, quite a sight.
Every color of the sun,
It is the end it has begun.

Time has come for man to strive;
Time has come for men to die.
Time has come for all to see;
For the end of days, they are upon thee.

Time is fleeting,
Time is fair.
Time for all,
Do not despair.
It is for time, we are seeking,
To see the world, that is bleeding.

Time has come for man to strive;
Time has come for men to die.
Time has come for all to see;
For the end of days, they are upon thee.

Each with his gun and his sword.
Take up your arms and look heavenward.
The angles come from above
The lords and ladies with wings of doves.
They descend upon mankind,
No harsher judgments you will find.
To each shall come their just reward,
To each shall the end record.

Time has come for man to strive;
Time has come for men to die.
Time has come for all to see;
For the end of days, they are upon thee.

James Marcus, 16 February 2024