Where is the beacon,
Where is the kingdom,
As we hear the earth pulsate in anticipation,
We know we’re too late.
As we struggle to hear,
Hear the way,
We come closer to out demise,
For all those who were born free and powerful,
There will be no escape.
There is only one way to go,
But mankind rejects it,
They fail to hear,
Hear the word.
The beacon is lit,
The way is shown,
The kingdom is there,
But only a few venture.
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