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The Man Comes Around

The Man Comes Around

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 goin’ ’round takin’ 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 singin’.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born and some are dyin’.
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.

‘Til Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men 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 singin’.
Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born and some are dyin’.
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 hundredweight and penny pound
When the man comes around.

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.

The Man Comes Around‘ ~Johnny Cash~

I don’t think I’ve ever used a pose using the giving of the finger…..I guess that’s a rather polite way of saying it. lol I just don’t like poses that do it…….and I will admit that if you do a picture giving the finger I probably won’t fave it, sorry……not sorry. But, since this is in the ‘Overexposed’ set of poses from Le Poppycock, and with what’s going on in the world right now……I thought this was the time. I’m not going to get political or anything….I’m just going to say that with the recent events in Minnesota this is aimed at the racists, the narrow minded and the intolerant. The haters who always seem to need an ‘us against them’ world. Well…..I refuse to be that person, I know it sounds trite….but all I want are peace, love, and happiness……for everyone!

I’m at Grauland for this picture. I’m loving the changes Jim as done!

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