There was a King, Evil King who dreamt the wickedest of dreams, An ancient mystery no prophet could interpret, Of seven years of famine, the wolf is at my door, As predicted years ago, that, that was, that is, that is no more... The word predicts the future, And tells the truth about the past, Of how the world leaders were hailed unto Pharaoh, The Eighth False King to the throne, Washington is next....
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 13:37:09 +0000