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Apocalypse
The clock hits midnight and the world fully ignites
The sky's walls fall as the Caller's call excites
The mountains collapse as time lapses
The buried surface and the surfaced are harried
With the tribulations of the apocalypse.
But as the world burns, a man from the ancients returns
Rising in revolution and revolt, to the despots' concern
Establishing a standing justice and a utopian city
Settling ablaze the sinful committees
And all things will end.
The world lives its final day
Fulfilling the prophecies the ancients convey
And as the earth is crushed by the divine hand
None should doubt that we will never stand
As Judgment Day will have its right of way.
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