I can no longer tell the days from the nights.
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The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood.
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Something big is going to happen
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something so big it could forever change the world.
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What have you all done?
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What have you all become?
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A people more concerned with the temporary pleasures of this world
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rather than your own eternal salvation?
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I am now convinced that this is the end.
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As I raise my head towards the heavens
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to take one last look at the moon, the stars begin to fall.
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The Seventh Trumpet
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| August Burns Red |
