The grapes are ready
The wheat stands ripe
Rear end is coming
May be here tonight

The den of vipers
The ball they fumble
Their system's shambles
They watch it crumble

They've been exposed
For whom they are
The sons of cain
Have gone too far

You gave them a choice
From the beginning
They took the left
And kept their sinning

The locust army
Has consumed so much
Everyone's lazy
Their leaders are touched

Jezebel's prophets
They scream aloud
Crying for their god
Too come make them proud

Is he on vacation
Gone far away? 
Or on the can? 
Where inside he lay

The season is here
Good Christians stand ready
The battle lines clear
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