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It's in Revelations 1 to 22
Scorpions and hydra breathing fire at you
So mark your foreheads

Seven golden lampstands to light the fury from the sky
I will kill your children
I know your works and labor
They can't save ya

Throats are parched with smoke from golden censers
Rivers run with blood, wormwood to quench ya
From being and nothingness

Second woe is past
Look out! Look out!
Third one's coming up
Seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over
It's all over

It's a plague of locusts
Hallelujah!
It's raining frogs
It's a boulder hailstorm
It's the wrath of Goddamn

The names are in the Book, not yours
Four horsemen ride the range
Hark! The herald angels' carnage
Pestilence and bloodshed wash away all your mistakes
Before they cast your wretched flesh into the Fiery Lake
And it's coming

And it's a plague of locusts
It's a plague of locusts
It's a plague of locusts
It's the wrath of...

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