Prophecy
The times of which the prophets wrote is taking shape at last. It won't be long till
that fateful day we hear the trumpets blast.
The bright blue heavens will disappear, as the stars drop out of sight, the
stillness in our hearts as each day turns to night.
The times of which the prophets wrote we won't have long to wait.
As this was written long ago our destiny our fate.
We've walked not a straight and narrow path now it's time to pay our dues.
It seems the fate of all mankind is in the hands of fools.
This Prophecy is not hard to see it's the coming of the end.
On that day we're all forgiven and free to start again.
The nightmare that we all will share we don't have long to wait.
Yes it was written long ago, our Destiny, our Fate
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