Chapter 33 / London’s Calling / Liam Llewellyn Badger Actor

 

 

 

London’s Calling

A & O Arc jojo , The Man Comes Around

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Pastoralis , Douglas Lee Thompson Pastor Page 1019 Poetry , Blacks law 10th edition Clearance Centre’ at 222 Rosewood Dr. Danvers, MA. 01923 USA 978-750-8400

I am

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Pastor: Page 1019

Diplomatic Agent: 18c page 76

Private Agent: 17c page 77

Entertainment Law:  page 593

aka: Liam Llewellyn Badger, Actor

Bodhi Rex North

Arc jojo

Arc jojo Bodhisattva

Saint Bla Bla , from Boondock 04930

The God of Hearts

The Man named Arc jojo

JoJo from Dexter , Maine

Honorable: Douglas Lee Thompson , U.S. Navy Veteran

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And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

There’s a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won’t be treated all the same
There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter’s ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they’ll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him. ***