Oh the book of prophesy Time's end is at hand The writer sentence to the rock Sees visions of the end Write the word that's spoken Write the things you see Send it to the seven churches For all the world, creations heed And the spirit to the church says And the spirit to the church says To the churches give instruction I'm the way to be redeemed Shine the light of my induction Tell them I will set them free This you have I know it's true You hate the deeds men of evil do Like the fate of Jezebel I gave them time and they choose hell To the churches now you write I know your deeds, I know your flight When the devil drags you down I'm your defense I am your crown And when you're feeling on the spot You're nether cool you're nether hot So filthy rich, a heart of stone Repent, seek me at the fathers throne