Yesterday was like a paradise
Today is dark and filled with pain
In our tommorow awaits our sorrow
And the day after will end in dissaster
On the 5th day, we must pray
The 6th day brings silence
But on the final day the world will end
And the chosen of God will ascend
In heavens above
And hells below
Our chosen are at ease
And the doomed won't see peace
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