After Calc. II, I decided that that was enough math for my lifetime. Having passed, I could move on in peace and harmony... Little did I know that PChem cometh, and on a pale horse. That class turned my casual dislike of complex math into a fiery hatred to which the core of the earth could not compare. Curse you Schrödinger! CURSE YOU!! and your little particle-in-a-box too!

Johnny Cash:The Man Comes Around
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This song is performed by Johnny Cash and appears on the album The Man Comes Around (2002).

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 going around taking names,
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There will 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 singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum.
Voices calling and voices crying,
Some are born and some are dying.
Its 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 salaam, no shalom.

Then the father hen will call his chickens home,
The wise man will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet, they will cast the 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 singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum.
Voices calling and voices crying,
Some are born and some are dying.
Its 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 hundred weight 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 its name it said on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.