Woe to those who decree,
iniquitous decrees,
spell out devilish words,
cream their bodies with impure passion,
harrow themselves of their transgression,
spend lives with whores,
in brothels, their snares are quenched,
i doubt the aftermath crisis,
its premonition,
gonna blaze fools in eternal fire,
i call them 'brood of vipers'
because their lips spell out lies,
kisses of venom breaching,
smells of doom,
the Doom of Babylon,
as in 20dc,
prophecies have sprout,
man has been pooped out,
of continuous naggings,
like i pester,
am dubious about the next,
cosmic signs,
The Dry Bones,
Gonna be live ones,
that's my boy!
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