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Too late to pray when you drown yourself in sin
Fast fading the evening in the mountains Grey the sky to drift within the crags Seeing storms in a world of doom Flooding the river below A lonely hilltop The moon rising up Floating along beside the sun Dark the color a ghostly signature. A cross stands deep within the gloom The thunderbolt I hear within the bursting clouds Vast the earth trembles night and day The crackle of hail upon the hoof Zebras rolling out the way. There upon the plains The Onyx standing proud Beaten by the bruising sky It’s halo gleaming on the ring Gold a Monarch returning to earth Fear no evil from the voice in the serpent Searching for lost souls hiding in their temples. Day and night God stares upon the world Eyes dim in sin the devil questioning Why the arc to float away Noah and his family Living in faith Praying. A dove flying Spying down below Green the tiny leaf a sign Salute the advent of the Ark Above the foam drying away. Deep the golden ridges appear Below the mighty jagged mountains Rolling forth its doors open to paradise Where Angels sing to welcome Noah home His knowledge planted in the tree of life. There in the garden the apple cursed Buried deep with the devil in hell His serpent a burning corpse Shriveled into ashes Skin to dust Nothing There.
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