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mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the lord
As devils prance over
fields of gold
he is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored
And agonizing shrieks
permeate the air
glory! glory!
hallelujah!
gossamer winged seraphs are
shot down by glossy black
crimson-eyed archers.
glory! glory!
hallelujah!
as the seraphs die slowly
the sun is eclipsed by
the moon, for the last time...
his truth is marching on!
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