Hail

 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.”