A poem I will write, a rhyme of Doom and Dread
The Apocalypse of John, is about to break upon your head
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Three plus three plus one, are the number of the years
Coming very soon...Death and Bane and Tears
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"The Man of Sin" will soon be known, for you he has a Mark
Take his Mark or die, to him you're going to hark
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Your religion doesn't matter, all inventions of mere men
Even Lovey-Dovey christians, the same thing goes for Zen
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Go and pray the Rosary [1], to the Queen of Heaven cry [2]
Your prayers are so much ****! Pray them while you die

[1] Matt 6:7
[2] Jer 7:18, Jer 44:17~25