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the wind and sun, will scorch the earth
the clock runs backwards, till all is left
And all is left, and all is left.
The old man and the young
Witness and testify
But there is nobody
In the sky
The sun will scorch
The wind will kill
And everything that you ever knew
Will be no longer
Time's prisoner
It finally implodes
All around you
Your skin covered in bruises
And marks, nuclear summer
The ground is hot, there is a bag
In a warehouse, 250 miles out West
With your names written on
That you'll never wear
And into the valley of the shadow of death
Rode the old man
And rode the old woman
And...
No...
No More
No More.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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