Oh Sinner lets go down to the river to pray

It was quiet too quiet there were no song birds, no howling of wolves in the distance only my breathing in the dark place in the night for me to sound scared and fearful of what might jump out from this darkness but then I hear it the sound of footfalls on the ground making me to retreat more into the night fearing that they will find me, those people that think that the world is coming to an end, those people that work for The Father.
I was born and raised in Hope County where people were just with no war and no one thinking that the collapse was to come but then it showed its colours through a man by the name of Joseph Seed who took my life from me as the daughter of the Pastor of the Whitetail Mountain he also took my family from me, my mother a woman so kind of spirit, my father the pastor who taught me that the way through a good life is to follow the lords path and my little brother who looked up to his big sister. So when I face that man called Joseph I will make him beg for mercy at my feet for taking so much of the lives in this place.