It's in Revelations one to twenty-two;
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Scorpions and Hydra breathing fire at you
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So mark your foreheads
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Seven golden lamp stands to light the fury from the sky, yeah,
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I will kill your children, I know your works and labour,
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They cant save you.
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Throats are parched with smoke from golden censer,
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Rivers run with blood, wormwood to quench you from being to nothingness,
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Second woe is past look out! look out! third ones coming up, yeah,
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Seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over, its all over.
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Its a plague of locusts!
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Hallelujah! Its raining frogs!
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Its a boulder hailstorm! Hahaha!
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Its the wrath of, God damn.
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The names are in the book not yours,
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Four horsemen ride the range,
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Hark! The herald angels carnage,
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P-p-p-p-pestilence and bloodshed,
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Wash away all your mistakes,
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Before they cast your wretched flesh,
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Into the fiery lake and its coming!
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And its a plague of locusts!
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Its a plague of locusts!
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Its a plague of locusts!
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Its the wrath of!
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Plague Of Locusts
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Harvey Danger |