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Who’s got time to wait for the seventh seal

When mountains fall into the ocean on our command

Ships run aground, planes fall out of the sky, the millstones of time stop turning -

Will we live to see our salvation or our demise?

Let there be Light!

Let there be Light!

And it was light

A darkness thick rolls forth like a scroll

Crops left untouched and rotting, upon rancid soil

houses burn to the ground, in roaring untouched majesty

as ocean became as land and desert became as sea

Tremble in fear and delight

The hairs on your neck stand up

Grab a shovel, it’s time

Let go your hopeful submission, self loathing abjection and acquiescence

We are become our own saviour - the advent has come to an end

It’s time, it's time, to make the summer bloom once again