Por que se amotinam as nações, e os povos tramam em vão?
Enquanto isso, na Sala de Justiça, Maestro Zezinho esmaga as uvas no lagar:
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw. And behold a white horse there's a man going around taking names and he decides who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated. Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down when the man comes around.
For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given, and the government shall be upon His shoulder; and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.
I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing. Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum.Voices calling and voices crying. Some are born and some are dying. Its alpha and omegas kingdom come. And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees.
Ev'ry valley shall be exalted, and ev'ry mountain and hill made low; the crooked straight and the rough places plain.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn trees.It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. In measured hundred weight and penny pound when the man comes around.
Thus saith the Lord, the Lord of Hosts: Yet once a little while and I willshake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land.
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame.
And I will shake all nations, and the desire of all nations shall come. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.
What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end.
Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone
Chega de milenarismo por hoje.