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Y2k a new millenium, so many suffering, so many dead
Oppressive Greed, Unrest, and Violence....Where Even Angels Dare To Tread
This nascent century for us means progress, but can we get beyond despair?
Biological Weapons, the threat is real; panic's ions are in the air
Abusive parents, afflicted youngsters, in every place you see its traces
No Love to speak of, the Hope is minimal...and Children's Rag dolls Hide Their Faces
Babylon's Whore sits on the waters, and government leaders succumb to crime
Baphomet, the demon's calling; don't be puzzled by words sublime
To make ends meet a common struggle, how do we find our Daily Bread?
Darkened skies and Inner - Cities...Where Even Angel Dare To Tread
Civil Rights, we thought we'd made it, but far removed from truly blessed
"Luke Warm" acceptance means still racist; their hateful ways just more suppressed
Overseas I hear the sadness, the tragic din of infants crying
A lack of food, disease, and tyrants; we say there's peace, but someone's lying
Prophetic Beast with "Signs and Wonder" on his body the heads are Seven
From foreign lands destruction cometh, the final conflict Armageddon
Can't trust the breasts that bring you comfort, for God's Word you'll be betrayed
And, so called Christians will turn to satan, their master's mark will be displayed
Corruption reigns, and bloodshed rampant, it might appear that we're forsaken
But, The "Bride" will meet "The Bridegroom" once the AntiChrist is taken
Perilous times in our existence, yes every year it seems to spread
A place of chaos and dimmer futures...Where Even Angels Dare To Tread
