I write of Dire Judgment, of impending Doom
My warnings are ignored, for you there'll be no tome
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Your rotting caucus, will be dung upon the ground
The ants will eat your guts, and in Hell you will be bound
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The Prophets were ignored, nothing much has changed
Just like Jeremiah, you think that I'm deranged
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When you see the TRUTH, it will be too late
In Hell your soul will burn, your Damnation does await