Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singing. Multitudes are marchin to the big kettledrum. Voices callin, voices cryin. Some are born and some are dyin. It's alpha and omega's kingdom come. And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
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