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Sweet Servant of Satan

So did you hear me calling? Of course, I mean you Indignation you're feeling Just proves that it's true. And your Bible says clearly That you’re born in sin It’s a paradox truly Your virtue can’t win. Did you know that all sinners Are known by their tribes? There are fallen believers Quite sure of God's vibes And satanic receivers (Whose thankfulness reeks) Both so full of themselves that Their pride only speaks. There is Democrat Weltschmerz Republican pride, Racist Tea Party Christians With Hitler Youth ride, Many strongly committed And ignorant fools, Largely wasting their lifetimes, Contempt for God’s rules. There are tribes of confusion And tribes of lost souls Tribes of courageless people, Their heads stuck in holes Only one lot worth mention, Just guess if you can It’s the group that God loves most The offspring of man. Do you think Christ was bothered By what high priests said, That He hasn’t a clue if Inside you are dead? No explaining His mercy No sense in His Grace It seems love of our Father’s All over the place. Do you drink wine with Satan Or bathe in Christ's blood Were all ancestors living Right after the flood. When it comes to the future Please don’t roll the dice You can trust in God’s justice Or else pay the price. Brian Johnston October 22,2015

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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