You've seen the billboards, heard the claims,
The prophet fans religious flames.
He says the rapture will begin,
As Christ returns to cleanse our sin.

He gives a date, just months away,
Says Jesus will return that day.
But when He's done, if you remain,
You will endure horrific pain.

For once the righteous souls ascend,
You'll have five months until the end.
A plague of locusts from the sky
Will make you wish that you could die.

This is the prophesy we've heard,
And many heed the prophet's word.
They now prepare for judgment day,
Which they believe will come in May.

And some believe with all their heart,
That is the day they will depart.
They'll be raised up by Jesus Christ,
And follow Him to paradise.

But if that day should come and go,
And they wake up on earth below,
Will they think they've been forsaken,
If they're not among those taken?

Some will believe they have been scammed,
Others will think that they've been damned.
For those NOT taken will be lost.
And they will pay a dreadful cost.

That is the prophet's prophesy,
He says this IS our destiny.
If one believes he'll face this strife,
Might he not choose to take his life?

For those not Raptured on that day,
Aren't they forsaken anyway?
They're damned, no matter how they died.
So why not commit suicide?

Man can't predict what God will do,
Nor can they know his timeframe too.
A prophet is not THAT by choice,
They first must hear God's holy voice.

For only God knows what's ahead,
When He'll return to raise the dead.
A date no MAN can calculate,
Nor can that man predict your fate.

So hearken not to words of men,
Or prideful prophets urged by sin.
The date is near, it won't be long,
To see what happens if he's wrong.

And this man has been wrong before,
Way back in nineteen ninety four.
Each time he is, he'll pay the cost,
For every life that will be lost,

Over predictions made by him,
The judgment he will face is grim.
For those who cause others to fall,
Will never hear our Savior's call.

Be sure you know the prophet's voice,
And always make the righteous choice.
In God is where your faith belongs,
HIS prophesies are never wrong.

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