Simmering above my head,
the joy and knowledge is now dead,
the world and time will end,
as soon as all humans on earth bend,
four men on horses gather foes,
seven angels watch as it goes,
children laugh and evil screams,
twelve thousand from each tribe brings,
obedient children run and play,
those who have grown up will stay,
with flaming vengeance He will come,
those who know nothing shall ever run,
Come children, come.
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