"4And the third angel poured out his vial upon the rivers and fountains of waters; and they became blood. 5And I heard the angel of the waters say, Thou art righteous, O Lord, which art, and wast, and shalt be, because thou hast judged thus. 6For they have shed the blood of saints and prophets, and thou hast given them blood to drink; for they are worthy.7And I heard another out of the altar say, Even so, Lord God Almighty, true and righteous are thy judgments."
In the darkest of times, we strive for His will.
Selling souls, then paying the bill.
The light we seek, we get the share of our fill.
God in Heaven sitting very still.
Organize trust funds, the Millenials then rise.
This upcoming election is built with pride.
To be that guy, you must amount.
My Master Guide then says, "That's what I'm talking about!"
Loud like blasts, our dad can be proud.
Exchanging for gold, after diamonds have been found.
Coal under pressure, we rise with the Full Moon.
Knowing our Gods are coming home soon.
The opposite of noon, we shapeshift, then boom.
With proper attire, made with a loom.
Faith without works is dead in the ground.
I bind your soul, after what was lost, then found.