The Profits Of Doom

Goodbye cruel world.

Of this shape a star of five

Also applies to the one with six sides

Against the sun and against the moon

I warn you that these two combined

Will bring man's doom

Of ten horns and seven heads

Count your fingers and the continents

On your head or in you right hand

This new moral code that the media commands

Believe not in their clever words

Because faith inacted are the loudest heard

All these things I say are true

Understood sadly by a chosen few... you

April 2-0-2-9 the final time

The end my friend in not near the hour in fact is quite here

When the moon becomes red to guide the risen dead

This means God's turned his back on you

It's a Friday the 13th of course you won't live to see noon

I am a prophet of doom

I am the profit of doom

So now the star has fallen washing away the seas

The seventh seal now opens it's raining your fears

Are you paranoid the coming asteroid

Has got your name tattooed on it

This stone's called Apophis it brings Apocalypse

I am a prophet of doom

I am the profit of doom

Speak the name of He created thee all to be which should not be spoken

No laws broken

Now life and love the stars above which fall upon thee all that worship the beast

Influence ceased

My soul's on fire

My faith is an amber burning ever working towards a greater reward

Serving my Lord

Built his home upon the rock not of the flock but coming as a shepherd

Guarding his herd

My soul's on fire