We talk of history, like it happened long ago Unable to see, in our present its echo But these story book events are not passing thoughts For we continue to colour each grey snap shot The ten plagues of Egypt began with a river A stamp to the world that would send on a shiver Making its mark, it turned a raw red Setting course, a tide of blood shed The river it flowed throughout sand and time Drowning all in its path, killing all in its line But Tsunami and flood filled eyes still spill As this flesh famished river, continues to kill Frogs dead in masses, filled the water with disease These slime covered creatures, an unbreakable siege Poisonous ridden, though their green may now hide No change can be seen where they still reside The tainted ocean lay brimmed with its catch Dead creatures and insects caused lice to attach But as rotting soared then, so it soars here Our corpses lay hallow with the past that’s so near Death ensues and all livestock it seeks Cows, horses, donkeys, cattle and sheep No rest for the living, humans must weep History it knocks but our eyes are asleep Boils from the furnace will fester on men The disgust they have caused will show no end No need for marks to reveal wicked faces For now their voices call out from all places A storm of thunder, like no other before Volcanic rock and fire did pour Tornados and floods destruction takes cloak Continuing to absorb us all in its smoke Locusts, a downpour covered the face of the ground So that trees and homes were no longer to be found And although standing today, they are falling apart As continuing we tread tirelessly, back to the start Darkness for three days, not a blinker of light Fear like no other will tear at your sight And now the night calls heavy and hard Each one of us frightened at this existence we’ve carved Then finally one last harsh and fatal blow For all of the first born sons would unwillingly go And so the wailing of time still shrieks for one day When our world will stop turning and go a different way.