The temple soon rebuilt
The harlot's silence cease to last
On streets, saints to be killed
In honour of their majesty
The lawless one they serve
Whose side will have a prophet glee
to execute injustice
The son of perdition regrets no sin
Woe, woe unto him
And all who follows with his mark
Ignoring all prior warnings
His mark may be under your skin
His mark may be superficial
His mark will be of convenience
and affecting your financials
And deceive you be
That it is free
of curse and calamity
Unless you read
the Word of God
and embrace the cursed tree
And with your eyes, so see
that he will peace
of few years break
the seven years of treaty;
Reject his mark courageously
The man who takes the mark
Is definitely cursed
indefinitely
Watch, watch
Your heart
As the mark of worship
starts in the unseen.
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