The Weight of Judgement

How long until Mercy is spent?

Storm crashes in upon storm.
Death crackles and lashes in the sky.
Wind blows 'way everything's form.

That which was made mighty,
and was built with pride,
God has destroyed, rightly.

Lustrous nations have broke
Under the heaviest of burdens.
Death and flames are led by smoke.

And yet,
we laugh,
and scoff.

A fool says, there is no
God, as he is crushed and torn beneath
the divine Hand just for show.

The earth's quaking never quits,
It thrashes and spits against its foe,
'til, finally, they submit.

How long until men repent?
How long until wicked is bent?
How long until Mercy is spent?