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Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
There are four horseman on a hill Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War There’s four horsemen on a hill
MANY WILL BE LEFT TO FACE SORROW AND GRIEF! ALL BECAUSE OF THEIR UNBELIEF. A TIME OF WHICH  MANY HAVE FEARED, MILLIONS  OF CHRISTIANS HAVING DISAPPEARED. IN YOUR MINDS EYE PLEASE TRY TO CAPTURE,
Skies are kissed with crimson fireletting all know the situation's dire.There is no chance or hope for escape
So what if this is the end? What if this is goodbye? What if fire starts to ravagely roar from the sky? This is it for our memories we've made in our lives. So stop thinking about the future, and listen to me now.
What did we do? How did the judge rule? How did we wind up here? How did I end up in a prison called School? What crime did I commit? Honestly, to wind up in a place like this;
The night is dark, and I can see Quite plainly, now, the two or three Or four or five of them that come. Oh, how I wish that I were numb To all the things that soon shall be. And what will have become of me
Hunger, starvation What I wouldn’t give for the sensation Good, bad, any feeling would suffice Or, better yet, to sleep forever would be nice For longer than I care to remember I have been numb
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