Dung
God said spread dung upon your face,
dung from your solemn feasts
Your wicked ways are a disgrace,
but you don't recognize it in the least
The putrid smell of your evil speech,
can you tell where it's gonna lead?
You're ready to take the mark of the beast,
the most wicked of your wicked deeds
You got dung on your tongue
You got dung on your face
You've been evil since you were young
Hell is destined to be your final resting place
So smear that dung all over your face,
that dirty dung from your partying feasts
You love seeing others being debased,
now it's your turn to have your sins increased
That wretched smell tainting your soul,
can you now tell where this all will go?
You've been traveling down that perfidious road,
the devil has always been in complete control
You got dung covering your eyes
You got dung covering your face
You must love wearing that filthy disguise
You must hate having your sins washed away
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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