A new irrational phobia is
Haunting you day and night
So obsessed with prophetic
Fear that you're out of line
Unable to decipher the forecast
You're in a tough plight
In everything around you
Look for a sinister sign
The seventh seal is open
Stillness in the sky
Thunders and lightnings, flames
Galore and no bird can fly
Both mankind and nature
Looked easy targets
Doomed to suffer and perish
In a lake of sulphur & fire
You are waiting for another
Angel with a huge chain
Coz Lucifer can't die
How strongly you desire
Who has that key to the pit
To give him a real pain?
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