Poetry

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OUR LORD HAS HAD - ABOUT ENOUGH

Working for rewards ... You want a pat on the back
What are you aiming for ... On your wall a plague
Are your prayers fervent ... And spoken aloud
Using words you call reverent ... To be heard by the crowd

Are you beating your breast ... And looking for praise
Expecting to be blessed ... By your sheep in a daze
Are your sheep all excited ... And praising the Lord
Or have they been quieted ... And some even snore

The world is in flames ... You need stand up and shout
This is not a silly game ... What we are about
We are sur- rounded ... By the walking dead
So many confounded ... By what lies ahead

There is only one reason ... That so many are blinded
For we are in season ... 'Twill soon be behind us
We are facing the delusion ... That has been foretold
As we witness the confusion ... Of the Satanically controlled

So wake up the dead! ... You with a pulpit
Force feed in their heads ... These sleeping culprits
Wake them all up ... For it's nearly all over
They need fill up their cups ... This world is near closure

It's the Gospel needs preached ... Not this frilly fluff
It's the dead needs be reached ... Our Lord has had .. About enough
For once they have died ... Their choice has been made
And for eternity they'll reside ... In the bed they have made

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