| My millennium skills
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| Are taking over like computers
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| Leaving large warts on the tongue of intruders
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| When they try to follow my patterns
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| Capture my plutonic ambiance
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| I leave upon the audience
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| My skills are dangerous
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| Contagious likes pink eye
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| You came to close
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| Now you are contaminated
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| The clonites hate it
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| The government is concerned
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| So they put Scully &Mulder on the case
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| But I move very quickly
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| And I’m very hard to trace
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| Like Tim the tool man’s neighbor
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| Know one has really seen my face
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| I live by grace
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| Ushering in a ecclesiastical out pours
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| One this world has never sees before
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| I have no title
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| But they still try
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| But every time they get close
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| Like a maggot I fly
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| South over the sea
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| Watching for the rise
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| Of the beast called blasphemy
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| Blessed with all authority and earthly power
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| At his command
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| Upon him I stare
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| As he comes out the water
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| With feet shaped like a bear
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| As they touch dry soil
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| My emotions began to boil
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| I like a shot at one of his seven heads
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| With the intention of spoil
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| But he continues on his journey
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| Not even concerned with me
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| Walked &stopped at the equator
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| Healed his wound
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| Then pulled another beast out of the a tomb
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| Now out of the tomb he stands
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| With 2 horns like a lamb
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| But seen in the natural realm
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| As a normal man
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| Possessing the same power’s
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| He economically devours
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| Doing great miracles
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| Sucking in doubters
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| He tell all homosapien’s
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| The first beast is greater
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| Be destroyed or worship your savior
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| He is now established his self as the man
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| Tells the presidents
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| To unify the world by
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| Putting a mark on to everyone’s
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| Right hand
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| The world’s not rebelling
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| Because the stage has been set tight
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| Flood the world with violence
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| So you think that it’s right to take the mark of the beast
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| Which is looked upon as a symbol of peace
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| And it is a peace
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| A piece of your eternal spirit
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| Is what I scream
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| As I stand in front of you
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| But you don’t here a thing
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| Now that I’ve been spotted
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| And I’m on the run
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| From four horse men
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| I ditch them
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| Lay down by a rock
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| With the thoughts of resting
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| Then out of the sand
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| Came a giant scorpion
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| He rose ready to strike
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| Then all of a sudden
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| From my forehead came forth a light
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| Pulverizing the scorpions sight
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| He ran off screaming frantically
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| I stood up in bewilderment
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| Wondering what happen to me
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| Why am I not dead?
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| I look to the sky
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| To find a reflection of my face
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| &Across my forehead it reads
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| Saved by grace |