He Hath Little Faith
Twisted faith yields no mercy.
Blood makes the Devil thirsty.
And just as Lucifer once fell,
Man created his own hell,
While jumping slightly at the sound of a bell.
In the distance the church sings,
Bringing peace, the bell rings,
Untangling the harp strings,
And with it mending the angel’s broken wings.
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