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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