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Mushroom clouds grace the sky |
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heralding a new and sunless dawn |
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Nuclear fire rains upon the lands |
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The wrath of God could not lay waste |
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the wretched world He once created |
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Mankind does not seek any salvation |
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from her self-inflicted damnation. |
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The judgement day won't be coming |
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like a thief in the dark of night |
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but with bloodshed and roaring thunder |
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of the world breaking asunder. |
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While earth is shattered and burnt |
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by a hailstorm of fire and steel |
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For those who are watching serenely |
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the utmost devastation is Epiphany. |
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That what is falling must be pushed |
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beyond the point of no return |
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but a New World bestowed upon New Man |
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From the abyss shall rise once again! |
