| Tides will rise beyond their ken to bite away the shores and the mountain will
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| roar
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| Earthquakes split the plain to shore, flooding waters rushing in
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| Will flood the lands with such a din
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| That mankind comes in muddy ten and snarls about his follow men
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| Man flees in terror from the floods and kills, rapes and lies in blood
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| And spilling blood by mankind’s hand will stain and bitter many lands
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| Not every land on earth will sink, but these will wallow in stench and stink of
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| rotting bodies of beast and men
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| From the distant shore angels of death blow their apocalyptic horn |