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The beginning of sorrow has come

You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on this earth

Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable greed

You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself

The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a constant battle

Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll all die as one

We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference

Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till one day of release

We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and the antichrist

What is the antichrist? What is its form? Questions still asked yet unanswered

No need for answers, with its arrival brings sorrow, a sorrow soon dealt upon all

Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in its own epidemic

Perhaps it is famine killing off millions. Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food

One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of population control

Why does this happen? It is predestined fate not open for reason or change

It's all been predicted, we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness that has no known cure

We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now for sure we'll die