War is Coming
I smell it on the wind.
I see it in the air; gun smoke and target practice
The oceans are stirring because of a red sea
a red sea of fishers
fishers not of men
fishers of violence
War.
Red is Coming
Red will pour from you and me
Red will make us pray for a sign
Stand.
Do not let this wave go unnoticed
Pray.
Make a sound, and warn them
Kneel.
Only God can help us now
War.
Is.
Coming.
Can you hear the canary sing?
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