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It's end times now
Second up ands coming, come…, and went
Even White male babies, all..., killed as they crowned
They got what they wanted
They got - it - in - full - measure
Especially no straight white male, all hung for your pleasure
Christ spoke of seven Churches , He named them all
So eat drink and be...ee aayyee…., merry
Get fat drunk with hate
Skew all that's good to...ohh…repro - bate
Two will lie dead..., dead in the street
While you exchange gifts of your do good deeds
You'll have your day..., ah..., yes in full pleasure
Christ spoke of seven-churches…, He named them, all
Lukewarm to cold, and none to be bold
A few did OK but not real...lyyy…mmm...great
He told them well..., all of their fate
He said when it comes it'll be way too late
I won't know you, not at my gate
Then we'll have ours, we'll have our due Treasure
Christ spoke of seven-churches…, He named them, all
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Oh, Peter, go ring dem bells
Peter, go ring dem bells
Peter, go ring dem bells
I heard it from Heaven today
I wonder where my mother’s gone
I wonder where my father’s gone
I wonder where my brother’s gone
I heard it from Heaven today
Oh Peter, go ring dem bells
Oh Peter, ah, go ring dem bells
Peter, go ring dem bells
I heard it from Heaven today, oh, on it’s way
I wonder where brother Moses is gone
I wonder where brother Daniel's gone
Gone where Elijah's gone
I heard from Heaven today
I heard it…, from Heaven today 2x
I heard it from Heaven today oh thank God
I thank God, 2x and I thank you too
I heard..., from Heaven today 3x
Yes..., it-was-today
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Haunted by ghosts, not really there
Just old faded memories
Taking a walk, again [Talk and walk again ?]
They don’t mean to hurt, be mean or bruise
But they do always seem to, bring … bring the blues mmmm uhuh hah...
We start out empty, then seek filled
But not all of us get precious and full
We get what we get, no matter our path
Seems to go to the same place
Like it’s a screwed... and glued space mm mm uh uh hah...
So I walk, my way, they, walk theirs and
on my path I found one other good soldiers, pack
Their pain and ghost hurt just the same
Though different footsteps, trod cross their fear
But they’re wooden soldiers, and, by immortals they’re, slew mmmm uhuhhah...
So we’ll walk together now, ‘till the end then
And remind each other not to listen to their rain
They don’t mean to hurt, be mean or bruise
Their just ghostly vapor, and always gone just like... dew
mmmm uhuhhah...
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released December 31, 2019