| 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 Armageddon made by human hands.
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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! |