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It's in Revelations 1 to 22 |
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Scorpions and hydra breathing fire at you |
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So mark your foreheads |
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Seven golden lamp stands |
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To light the fury from the sky |
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I will kill your children |
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I know your works and labor |
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They can't save ya |
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Throats are parched |
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With smoke from golden censers |
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Rivers run with blood |
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Wormwood to quench ya |
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From being and nothingness |
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Second woe is past |
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Look out! Look out! |
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Third one's coming up |
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Seal up the righteous |
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And screw the wicked over |
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It's all over |
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It's a plague of locusts |
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Hallelujah! |
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It's raining frogs |
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It's a boulder hailstorm |
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It's the wrath of Goddamn |
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The names are in the Book, not yours |
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Four horsemen ride the range |
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Hark! The herald angels carnage |
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Pestilence and bloodshed |
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Wash away all your mistakes |
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Before they cast your |
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Wretched flesh into the Fiery Lake |
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And it's coming |
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And it's a plague of locusts |
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It's a plague of locusts |
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It's a plague of locusts |
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It's the wrath of |
