Turn a masterpiece to ash
the Lord did with his hand
a mighty power he still has;
we’re left in sinking sand.

Shower the earth with acid
we’re going to die anyway.
When I was young I knew not
that devils outside they play.

Gone is Eden and I see him
the one carries a sickle said
my night was coming near me
he rode to remove my head. 

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