When the final reckoning approaches, a solemn figure strides through the realms of existence, sifting souls with divine authority. Johnny Cash's haunting narrative echoes apocalyptic visions from the Book of Revelation, painting a world where justice is meted out and destinies are sealed. The "man" symbolizes an inevitable judgment day, where each action weighs heavy on celestial scales. As trumpets blare and angels sing, humanity faces its ultimate fate—some rise to glory while others fall into oblivion. Amidst this cosmic upheaval, Cash's voice resonates like a prophet’s call, urging introspection and repentance before time runs out ⏳. #JudgmentDay #PropheticVoices
The Man Comes Around
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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 goin' 'round takin' names
An' 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 an' 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
Till 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 an' some are dyin'
It's Alpha's 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
Writer(s): John Cash
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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