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The Day is fast approaching, the Day of Doom and Dread Don't say you weren't warned, when it brakes upon your head - It's called the Tribulation, Seven Years of pain Seven years of Judgment, the sentence Death and Bane - After you are dead, your soul will burn in Hell The bell is soon to ring, can you hear its doling knell? - As in the days of Noah, so it is today Not to worry not to fret, go your merry way - Go your merry way, until the First Seal breaks Then for Seven Years, only Death and Pain and Aches - Seven Seals, Seven Trumpets, Seven Vials of HATE You will see them all, for you it's too **** late
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
Doom
The Day is fast approaching, the Day of Doom and Dread Don't say you weren't warned, when it brakes upon your head - It's called the Tribulation, Seven Years of pain Seven years of Judgment, the sentence Death and Bane - After you are dead, your soul will burn in Hell The bell is soon to ring, can you hear its doling knell? - As in the days of Noah, so it is today Not to worry not to fret, go your merry way - Go your merry way, until the First Seal breaks Then for Seven Years, only Death and Pain and Aches - Seven Seals, Seven Trumpets, Seven Vials of HATE You will see them all, for you it's too **** late
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
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