The horn’s will sound

The beast’s will level the ground

The Angels will call, When Satan starts the fall

Diving into a pit of lava

to start the thousand year reign

No thunder, No lighting, not even rain

The righteous will die from foreign pain

The blood of the God’s will stain

The Earth, The Skies and The Souls

Children will bath in the rivers of blood and sleep on the shores of plague

Crime will run unflinching

Grime will stain the finger nails of man

Time will cease

The Dime will be the number of the beast

Never achieving peace

All doors shut

All windows boarded up

Concrete will bend, crack and split

Mountains will Bow, Crawl and Scatter

The Winds will Bellow, Cry and Scream

To find Revelations Reckoning

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