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Living in dark days 
of the last generation of Noah
Evil beast animals now rule the Earth
Peaceful human beings
are perpetual moving ark targets
In constant danger from the archers’ grip,
the meek souls pray always to God
that the deadly, hunter bullet arrows miss
Walking by faith 
in the Land of the Gun ... 
the vast American wasteland
Death metal warlords rule
in the desolate Land of the Gun
Pale shoguns  
got the last peace rebels 
on the run
Running from the violence
High lead mortality false profit driven,
the dry ground is flooded
with innocent blood corruption
Leaving morgue debris of souls bereaved
Constant siren wails
follow the fallen bodies on the 
smoking barrel trail
Some say we’re living in a technological hell,
others believe in the cursed power
of never-ending, multiplying weapon sales
Trafficking on a perfidious path; 
allured to the firing, silencer sound 
of the damning, fiery chiming brimstone bell
Carved handles, death laden metal idols
bolster ammo-filled holster security
On scarlet satin beds of gunpowder pyre,
sleepers crypt rest with “No Trespass” ease
While wicked watchers lust for more,
as they voyeur revel in the exit wound bleed 
Still, a remnant walk by faith
in the Land of the Gun
A chosen few peace outlaws
on a divine run
Running from the ceaseless violence
Seeking higher ground
from the blood flood below
Bearing witness of so much sorrow;
orphan tears flow
from closed coffin eyes
of weeping widows
These be the last dark days of Noah,
violence fills the Earth with a flood
And the levee broke in the Land of the Gun,
where fear moved
in the twilight direction of the falling sun
Oh, so much violence in the Land of the Gun,
the Wild West badlands
Where blood justice is dispensed, 
executed by bullet judge and jury Americans
But the brave peace rebels
seek safe refuge, 
by following the lowering path of the Son 
Soon to be Resurrection rainbow returning 
on the horizon —  
Once the heavenly trump blow;
and the overcoming cleansing flow,
letting the Water of Life run ...
Washing away forever
the final end time Reign of the Gun
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