He is coming
In my eyes I can see
The world that is failing to be free
Soon we will begin to rebel
And not be able to break the spell
Drought, Fire, and storms will behold
The Lord will come so graceful and pure
With all the power to reassure
The corruption of it all will break us down
To our knees in front of the crown
To judge us to heaven or hell
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