I don't want to be here when plague of hail starts
I pray I'm already there
100 pounds, dwarfed by the sounds
Cursing, some folks can't care
It's hailing, it may be too late
It's hailing, don't curse and don't hate
Avoid intoxication
Don't drink the wine of nation
Babylon, the beast still exists
It's hailing even now in His domain
Christ sits on His throne, He's saving those He's known
Patient, He forgives again.
Revelation 16:21 - 17:2
21 From the sky huge hailstones, each weighing about a hundred pounds, fell on people. And they cursed God on account of the plague of hail, because the plague was so terrible.
Babylon, the Prostitute on the Beast
1 One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters. 2 With her the kings of the earth committed adultery, and the inhabitants of the earth were intoxicated with the wine of her adulteries.”