I am fighting for justice for my wife after she was killed in a corrupt hospital. Please help me in this fight.

[Verse 1]
In the land of the north, a storm begins to rise,
Gog of Magog, with fire in his eyes.
Nations in tow, a formidable sight,
They march in the dark, under cover of night.

[Chorus]
Oh, the winds whisper low, of a battle to come,
Ezekiel's words, like the beat of a drum.
A gathering storm, over mountains and sands,
Fulfilling the words, that were written by hands.

[Verse 2]
The earth it trembles, the skies turn to grey,
As the hoards advance, in a fearsome array.
Iron and horse, and the clatter of shields,
A prophecy unfolds, on the open fields.

[Chorus]
Oh, the winds whisper low, of a battle to come,
Ezekiel's words, like the beat of a drum.
A gathering storm, over mountains and sands,
Fulfilling the words, that were written by hands.

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
But a light shines forth, from the east it breaks,
A hope that the dawn, in its mercy, awakes.
The darkness it fades, the shadows they flee,
From the power of the One, who parts the s

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