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And the heavens will come down to meet the Earth

It will spiral down in such a fashion,

so quickly,

that we will only think it to be a

strange sun setting

We cannot keep up
Our weapons proven powerless
Our voices silenced in the streets
Our homes invaded and put under fire
We must not see through their lies and
we must not speak out

And under false pretenses,
we will be forced to trust the very
people who mean us harm

Under false pretenses,

we will become cattle with cowbells

watch

the end is near