Frequency’s die out hoping to hear
Something that might make it worth living this year
Quiet my children for you’ll have nothing to fear
For the reign of darkness is soon to draw near
Angels fly out hoping to be heard
Ignored by their maker and considered absurd
But the way that they feel, I can assure,
That they will feel no pain for the humans massacred
Because maybe then their father will listen to their words
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