The Sixth Trumpet

Stray dogs are breedin'
All the children are screamin'
It kinda begs the question
What's the point of being?

Then your god comes down
Vengeful and mean
Fires start to rage
Like lit gasoline

The faithful run and hide
They've all been... baptized

The thunder it claps
Swirling the seas
Structures, they will crumble
And the landfills, they bleed

Trees pull from the ground
Shape shifting land
Torment of a scorpion
Striketh the man

The faithful run and hide
They've all been...
The faithful run and hide
They've all been... baptized



Credits
Writer(s): Micky Rosenquist
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