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May 06, 2005 15:42

Heaven closes its doors
And the ash falls from the sky
Then the rain turns to fire
It’s a blessing to see it, be alive

While running with razor blades in my mouth
Running into an army
With a bomb strapped to my back
Setting free, spirit: Anarchy

With blood flowing like a river
Curdling in the desert heat
What were once the polar ice caps
I sit now in the fire

Waiting for the prophesy of Aenima
To burst through this world
With devastating force, such ease
Releasing a vengeance previously unmatched

Because of such prophesies I am crazy
I’m sitting in a padded cell
I have a little window with a view of a tree
I’m content because I know it will all end

Prophesy
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