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The seven vials of the seven sins, by AndRue David Sprott

deep in heaven there lies a vault 
hidden within is every ones fault 
lies and accusations made by all 
enough to make the universe fall 

each vial filled entirely with sin 
what you've done, where you've been 
every story and heavenly pair 
embarrassing liaisons and affairs 

pieces of paper locked in a safe 
forged certificates to pass the grade 
masks that hide you from the sun 
rewards taken from a patented gun 

the list is endless who can say 
where in the castle the vials lay 
but there is certainly no doubt 
the antichrist will hear you shout 
at the mere mention of the name 
seven vials topped with your shame 

one long day in the distant future 
each vial will rest on a shelf 
a crack in the palace of heaven 
starts an avalanche 

the war in heaven begins 
Lucifer starts his descent 
the universe shaped as a coffin 
the beast begins his ascent 

as the coffin starts to form 
everyone inside nice and warm 
silk worms weave the lining 
the ivy, the bramble hiding 

the great trees close the seal 
nothing outside to reveal 
bang on midnight Saturday night 
the coffin is ready for a fright 

passion turns to nightmare 
spineless moron drops 
smashing the floors of the coffin 
releasing all the props 

Cyclone and tension 
Grind his bone to straw 
Doesn't know anything 
Nothing left to gnaw 

The Ents awake and break free 
Shake the coffin like a menagerie 
Open gaps for spiders and snakes 
you least expect it and your bones ache 

no place to hide, no lies to believe 
no-where safe and no-where to leave 
in the darkness you cannot be seen 
and no comfort to help you sleep 

usual time, same place each week 
or silly games of hide and seek 
a thousand stories or just one 
is there pain so others have fun 

All this a prophecy of whats to come 
not in your lifetime or anything begun 
Not until you pay for your sin 
Abandon hope, this is the final hymn 

Muscipula