Lost Faith
Mortal fool upon this day, your endless sins are your dismay.
For every crime you shall pay, since when was your faith cast away?
From the righteous path you are astray, listen close to what I say: All hope has reached its
exhaust, your earthly pleasures, at what cost?
From fiery flames, to icy frost, your soul remains forever lost.
Copyright © John Burdine | Year Posted 2010
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