I take it all in
And then I spit it out
Like a hurricane coming
Toward your famine and drought
And as the rain keeps coming
And the sun won’t sun
And the birds won’t sing
And hives all die
I’m a wave to your summer
While you’re at the beach
And skies are clear
And your mind is at ease
And all is good
And you’ll never be had
Until I come down on you
Like Gog and Magag
A shadow in your darkest night
A light that just won’t shine
A halo on your footstool
A thought that keeps you blind
I’m the hell that stands before you
The hell you never knew
As you tread upon the Zion you thought you could subdue
I’m a pit of burning sulfur
Wood stacked higher than Topher
So please do come round my way
Sing your hymns and say your prays
But I ain’t hearing all that
Cuz the one pray I got
Is to get you back
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