The Eschaton Will Not Be Immanentised

The Eschaton Will Not Be Immanentised

You will not be able to hide, brother
You will not be able to turn away, tune out, or backslide
You will not be able to escape in worldly pleasures
And vanish in the void during false prophets' commercials, because
The eschaton will not be immanentised
The eschaton will not be immanentised

The eschaton will not be brought to you
By false idols and golden calves without spiritual interruptions
The eschaton will not show you visions of emperors in glory
Leading a charge of deceit, corruption, and false righteousness
To devour the offerings of the humble and meek
The eschaton will not be immanentised

The eschaton will not be brought to you by Babylon's grand theatre
And will not star golden icons or false saviours or pagan idols
The eschaton will not cleanse you of sin
The eschaton will not grant you earthly vanity
The eschaton will not make you appear righteous in the eyes of men, because The eschaton will not be immanentised, brother

There will be no visions of you and your kin
Hoarding worldly wealth on the dead run
Or trying to save your treasures in the final reckoning
The heavens will not predict the hour
At 8:32 from twenty-nine celestial signs
The eschaton will not be immanentised

There will be no visions of the mighty casting down the humble on instant replay
There will be no visions of the mighty casting down the humble on instant replay
There will be no visions of the false prophets
Being cast out of Zion with a new false gospel
There will be no slow motion or still lifes of the deceivers
Parading through the sacred lands in robes of feigned sanctity
That they have been saving for just the proper deception

False entertainments and distractions
Will no longer hold any sway
And the faithful will not care if the unfaithful
Finally see the truth on the morrow
Because the righteous will be in the streets seeking divine grace

The eschaton will not be immanentised
There will be no highlights in the evening news
And no visions of fallen ones
And the lost blowing their final breath
The hymn will not be written by false bards or carnal minstrels
Nor sung by earthly idols, vain singers, or hollow voices
The eschaton will not be immanentised

The eschaton will not be right back
After a message about earthly powers Earthly dominion, or earthly kings
You will not have to fear a serpent in your garden
A beast in your heart, or a dragon in your home
The eschaton will not go better with gold
The eschaton will not cleanse you of your spiritual stains
The eschaton will place you at the crossroads of destiny

The eschaton will not be immanentised
Will not be immanentised
Will not be immanentised
Will not be immanentised
The eschaton will be no repeat, brothers
The eschaton will be divine