"The Prediction" as written by Brian Welch, David Silveria, Jonathan Davis, James Shaffer and Reginald Arvizu....
What's happenin' brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our time

Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has holes
We know the young is old
Nostradamus tell us how the story gets told


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"The Prediction" as written by Brian Philip Welch Brian Welch

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    General CommentI predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch (Get rid of the middle or lower class)
    Hate groups will be bombed (Terrorist)
    Childbirth becomes outlawed (China's one child act)
    Always will be branded numbered and logged (Tattoos on people/RFID chips)
    All paper money is gone (Economy is done for, amero/american union... One world currency)
    Confused scholars can interpret our scrolls
    Your sky has holes (Ozone?)

    Deep shit and its unreal that they roughly knew about it back in 1999... Nastradamus knows all haha..
    Thnkabtit34on December 10, 2008   Link

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