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Nov 2013
Out of the sea he riseth
born of the dragon's seed.
To buy and sell,
his mark all will need.
Blasphemous words
on each horned head.
The sun goes black,
the sea turns red.
Legions of hell arise
the horsemen ride.
Soon humanity dies.
Pray and grab a crucifix.
He is coming, six six six.
Written by
Dream Caster
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