By George Poulo
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To depict a God of Love with divine retribution Casts a false shadow of holy confusion. How can we live when Jesus we pierce With torment and strife and violence fierce? We place in the pit and lake of fire Those destined for hell and the funeral pyre. Death and Hades, false prophet and beast The Devil and Satan and all who have done only the least. Babylon the Great, the city of Rome God's wrath finds a home On those sealed with the mark 666, the night is dark It is the response of the church in its plight Of persecution and fright To try to survive in a pagan world By expressing the wrath of God's fury unfurled While over the years, seers have tried To determine the time when the end will be applied. It must be now! No! It must be now! When will it be? Only God knows somehow Those poor bastards in choosing evil and sin Are predestined for hell while all the saints win. It could have been you. It could have been me. Who would not accept the message and Jesus plea. Life is a mystery for sure One becomes filthy. One becomes pure. One predestined for heaven, the other for hell Can it really be true that in the end all is well? Pray for me and for you The Bible is true I feel sorry for those In whom evil was chose. |
