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Burn the Bones

... O altar, altar, thus saith the LORD: Behold, a child shall be born unto the house of David, Josiah by name; and upon thee shall he offer the priests of the high places that burn incense upon thee, and men’s bones shall be burnt upon thee. — 1 Kings 13:2 Take the evildoer bones out of their sepulchre Lay them wicked bones on the altar, let them be turned to ashes by the consuming fire Holiness is a devouring flame The prophecy told long ago finally came, fulfilled thru Josiah by name He burned those false priests’ bones on the altar, the word of God reduced them to ashes Burn the bones ... devil worshipers cremate Give the wicked, who love doing evil, a taste Give them a taste of the fiery brimstone lake ... This is what evildoers desire, God’s holy ways and righteous judgments they hate; so raise them out of the grave, then throw them into the burning lake Give them the second death, the final oven bake; let them sample a slice of the sulfur molten cake, drink of the brimstone milk on the Devil’s doomsday Josiah took them evil bones out of their resting place, he cast them out of their grave Josiah was chosen by God to perform the holy desecrate To burn the bones ... do the prophetic cremate Josiah, the righteous king, cast those evil bones out of their burial place He tossed them wicked bones into the altar blaze, he burnt those bones ... gave them the holy desecrate Oh evildoer, if you go to the grave ... then it’s too late to be saved But God’s gonna give evildoers a second chance, which they will still wickedly waste When the wicked get raised from the grave, they’re gonna try to kill the saints, whom they always did ungodly hate So God’s foreknowledge was as the prophecy said: Let them taste the second death, the final oven bake Oh, holy altar: burn them bones ... body and soul do cremate Then take those evildoer ashes, and pour them into the burning lake