Yes, the day is nigh!
Jesus himself will never get as high
The time to take back what's rightfully mine
Do do watch closely for the sign
Dem Dry Bones will rise again!
New heart, soul and brain
Many will vainly try to ascertain
Stare agape at their crumbling domain
The dust will come off
Setting aside those balls of moth
Yes, go ahead and scoff
You will be doffed
Old model upgraded
Will alarm the most jaded
"Hasn't he faded? ! "
Guess who's now armor-plated?
I remember the storm
The scorn
A pitiful norm
This world I was born
Crucified for no reason
Guilty, without trial, of treason
My good name open for hunting season
Prepare for the new Kingdom of Heaven on Earth!
Firmly resting on my turf
And for one in particular, he shall by my serf
Behold the Second Coming!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah! Do
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