Hurrah Hurrah
Hurrah, hurrah, it's the last hurrah,
before the return of a once dead Son.
What once was will cease to be.
We will have to face our mortality.
Alone we’ll stand to be judged.
We can only hope we've done enough.
The Word was given. Did we listen?
Judge not of others, their fate their own.
It is yours who's endangered when you walk alone
When our time has come, there's nothing to be done for by then it will be too late.
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