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It's coming
He who knows the deep and hidden
It's coming
Who abhors the profane, that patch of cloth
Will tear on the great day, the mask will fall
It's coming
Do not be deceived, He knows how to distinguish the wheat from the chaff
Many live without oil and still claim to be His friend

Change your life, fix the altar
Remove the cloak, stop deceiving
There is still time to redeem yourself
Because the accountability is coming
Pray, consecrate, go down to the Potter's house
In the land of Judas, be true
Do not touch the Ark without communion
Dive into the river of purification

He's coming, the one who is true
Pure, and holy, majestic, just and faithful
Before your face comes a scale
So precise that it frightens the unfaithful
But in the other hand brings the reward
Privilege for those who have overcome here
Besides being embraced, will also be crowned
By the hands of God Himself