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Its in revelations one to twenty-two:
scorpions and hydra breathing fire at you,
so mark your foreheads.
Seven golden lampstands to light the fury from the sky, yeah.
i will kill your children; i know your works and labor: they cant save you.
Throats are parched with smoke from golden censers.
rivers run with blood, wormwood to quench you from being to nothingness.
Second woe is pastlook out! look out!third ones coming up, yeah.
seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over: its all over.
Its a plague of locusts! hallelujah! its raining frogs!
its a boulder hailstorm! hahaha! its the wrath of goddamn.
The names are in the booknot yours. four horsemen ride the range.
hark! the herald angels carnage.
p-p-p-p-pestilence and bloodshed wash away all your mistakes
before they cast your wretched flesh into the fiery lakeand its coming!
And its a plague of locusts!
its a plague of locusts!
its a plague of locusts!
its the wrath of!