Vengeance
Vengeance
And I’ll get mine in glorified splendour
And you’ll get yours in the torture
Punishment I can’t wait for
As I sit back, all smugness
Praying for the day when the wicked and the weak
Harvest the fruits of their labour
While I will reap my reward
My cup runneth over; for me
And I will get mine in self-sanctimonious
And you will get yours in denial
And I will be saved
And you will not
For heaven awaits all those who are conceived in hell
I have been chosen
And you have not
Yet by blood and life
We walked the same path
For I am righteous, holy and good
And you are so obviously
Not
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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