There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
Ebola in a city of 21 million people of questionable hygiene.
What could possibly go wrong?
Stay at cane’s length, son!
Well there’s one of the plagues there from the Book of Revelation.
this is the step before the shtf
we need to shut down the borders immediately
or get comfy in your bunker