Reveal the Prophecy

It goes down
the final round, will you make it to heaven
it’s a showdown

Scorpion and maggots, we burn’em out
thank Jesus when you step in the house
no doubt

The demons want torcher but they fail to see
god puts my soul at ease over currency
seek peace
the flesh outside can be deceased
the sin within can be release

Avoiding all police, gunners patrol
the city streets, run from the heat
and then reload

Taking demons out on they feet
blowin explode through a silent piece
looking for roads

I see the gold, voices are calling me
holy angels guide in the valley
reveal the prophecy

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)