Hearken land that once was free,
To the warning I now give.
Know the fate that waits for thee,
In the shadows where you live.

Those who hide behind the scenes
Now conspire to claim control.
They’ll take it by any means,
They care not how high the toll.

Terror is the instrument,
Used to realize their goals.
To force their establishment
Upon unsuspecting souls.

The attacks will soon begin,
Giving you no other choice.
For the enemy within
Robs the people of their voice.

A simple Bio-implant
Will be offered to us all.
The freedoms it seems to grant
Make the risks seem very small.

But suspicion will be cast
Upon those who don’t submit.
Called traitors, they’ll be harassed,
Though no crime will they commit.

They shall lose all they’ve worked for,
Reduced to living like tramps.
People, the world will ignore
When placed in internment camps.

Then will rule the sons of kings,
The descendants of the crown.
False Messiahs spread their wings
As mighty men of renown.

They shall rule for many years,
As they claim their right of birth.
Till the Son of Man appears,
And brings peace back to the Earth.

Many will be lost that day,
The consequence for their sins.
Evil will be locked away,
As another age begins.

The darkness is descending
As I share this prophesy.
The world we know is ending;
Time to choose your destiny.

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