Fly Away

The olive branch will soon lie broken its a sign its a symbolic omen and dead on the ground lies a dove and soon to
be joined by brotherly love.

I see war paint quietly being put on do you know? it won't be very long. Seven thousand war horses waiting at the gate
G-d knows the right time the time to evacuate.

The time has now come now come to pass that the weapons have the power to turn sand to glass. Those poisonous dark
clouds will darken the sky and blinding lights will consume many innocent eyes.

Yet many will leave and fly away like a large flock there they will land in the cleft of The Rock.