The day of judgment is finally upon us.
And now it is time
for retribution.
I’ve parked seven boats
all along the island seawall.
And on the big night,
They will go boom
When the boats blow,
the flooding will happen so fast, evacuation will not be an option.
Those who are not washed away
will race through the tiled sands in terror
As breaking news
hits higher ground in San Giorgio…
…celebrations will turn to panic,
as the church becomes the islands shelter of last resort.
And that’s where all of you come in.
Now, when the time arrives, I will already be unmasked.
The pigs will have me in their custody,
but that’s okay.
Because then it will be your turn.
You’ll be there, waiting.
It’s time for the lies to finally end.
False promises of renewal?
Change?
We’ll give them real, real change now.
We’ve spent our lives in this wretched place, suffering!
Wondering, “Why us?”
Now they will spend their last moments wondering
Why them?