See the virgin in the sky
Crown upon her head
Moon beneath her feet does lie
Now comes the dragon red
The elites new it was true
But they kept it hidden from us
To cull the goy is over due
Intend to throw us under the bus
While they ride out the storm
In luxurious underground bases
Our children are shattered and torn
Earthquakes, eruptions increases
Alas, in heaven as on earth
Justice will prevail
Signs o' cataclysmic birth
Even kings are soon to wail
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