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"He's got the whole world in his hands. He's got the whole wide world in his hands. He's got the whole world in his hands. He's got the whole world in his hands. Sing with me children. Little bitty babies.
He's got the little bitty babies in his hands. He's got the little bitty babies in his hands. He's got the little bitty babies in his hands. He's got the whole world in his hands. How about the whole CeNation?
He's got the whole CeNation in his hands. He's got the whole CeNation in his hands. He's got the whole CeNation in his hands. He's got the whole world in his hands. Now kids, how about the big, bad monster?
He's got the big, bad monster in his hands. He's got the big, bad monster in his hands. He's got the big, bad monster in his hands. He's got the whole world in his hands.
Studying about those good old days and who shall wear the starry crown? Good Lord, show me the way...
She taught me... She taught me from the young age. She said 'You gotta get them before they get you'. 'A rattlesnake's skin is the same color as leaves', she said. And we all understood her. She led us with love, but she told us that the fires, well, they are our friends, too. 'The world is an evil place', she said. And we agreed. And I was there. I was there when she took her final breath. She pulled me in close, and she said 'You're the one'. She said 'They chose you, long before you were ever in existence'. And I understood what she meant. Her touch... could save the world, but her kiss burns it to the ground. I love you, Sister Abigail.
Down, brothers, let's go down. Down by the river to pray..."
Abigail always told me that I was born to lead. She said 'One day, Bray, you will change the world'. And I believed her. I always believed her. But this world we live in, this horrible world we live in it has very, very wicked ways about it. And they-- they would always snub their nose up at me, they would always look down on, they would refer to me as a piece of trash, they refer to me as a nobody. And they don't even know me. Those people, they have made this day so sweet for me and oh, what a glorious day it is because last night I, Bray Wyatt, became somebody. Last night, John Cena's fear was personified by that of a singing child. Mighty John Cena cowarding to a child. You can't fool the children, John. For they are the foundation of what tomorrow shall bring. Their ears are so eager to hear and their minds so eager to learn. And their innocent little eyes see right through you, John Cena. John Cena tells all of you that I am a monster. And he's right. I am a monster! And oh, how cruel I can be. He would also have you believed that my message, my honorable message is nothing but lies. And that I only wish to watch the world burn. And I have to give it to you, John. You're right again. I do wish to watch this world burn. I wish to watch it burn like a farmer watches his spoiled crops burn so that they rise up again. This world must be burned down so that it can be reborn. And it will be reborn in my image, the image of Wyatt. John Cena thinks that I do this, everything I do, all of this I do it only for myself and that my friends, that is where John Cena is dead wrong. I do this for the children. I do this for the poor man that stands day and night begging on the side of the street starving because they didn't think he was smart enough to live in this world. I do this for the teenage girl who wakes up crying very morning when she looks in the mirror because they didn't think she was beautiful enough to be the prom queen. I do this for each and everyone of you! And as of today, today, tomorrow and every day passing forward, John Cena stands alone. And alone he shall fall. But you children, you just stand with me and you never have to be alone ever again. You stand with me and you will remember me not as a monster, but you will remember me for what I truly am: A God!" They never see me coming.
All this is a riddle. Everything all around you is a riddle. Thus is the mystery of me, open to the world's interpretation. I've played with these fools like puppets. I shot 'em like glass when I'm through. It feels good ... really good. We're past the point of no return, aren't we? Haven't you seen it? 'cause I have. We're coming. I want you to do me a favor, go back and tell all these men that I'm here and this, everything, is all real. You tell them I said that. You can never, never hurt me, you hear that? You can never hurt me! They say we're coming ... but naaaah we've been here all along.
Follow the buzzards.