(c)2008 The wind is blowing, there's a storm on it's way, many houses are creaking, and some are starting to sway, there's a party goin on outside, spilled ice and rum and beer, the party's gettn louder, the crowds are startn too cheer. A rumble in the east, lightenning from the sky, the rapture, the rapture, the rapture, is his number one biggest lie. Like ligthenning he falls, to the trees across the land, the whole world is marching, to the music of his band. Party, party, party, the crowds gather to his call, Death awaits them there, as they answer to his call. Cheers of grace, love is in the air, a chicken in every pot, as the elect are in despair. Crowds press to see him, awaiting a word or two, his eyes shine with passion, he's got them in his stew. Boiling to the brim, overflowing lies come from him, he cooks their brains with drugs, they do his every whim. His eyes shine with hate, but love is on his lips, they laugh when they should cry, at his vicious sadistic quips. He's the son of perdition, and he is on his way, to take you to hell with him, as you worship him and pray. Watch your soul closely as it fades from white to black, he's a son of a bitch, the antichrist, and he's never coming back. The Son of God will destroy him, by the brightness of His day, but who will be left standing, to worship Him and pray. God loves you all, each and every one, but if you do this thing I say, your day may never come. You must prepare your soul to love Him now I say, to keep you alive in and through the testing, so you can stand with Him that day. Love will keep your hearts in Him, consentrate and pray, pray for the arrival, of that wonderful 7th trump day. ;o)