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Aug 2015
There will come a day, when you will breathe your last
The day of your demise, is coming coming fast
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How are you going to die? Will you leave this world in peace?
World War Three is how you'll die, you'll be killed and be deceased
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Any day now any day, the mushroom clouds will rise
In atomic fire you'll burn, ignored will be your cries
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Not just only you, the entire USA
Vengeance from a Holy God, in ruins you will now lay
Written by
Elihu Barachel
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