Ere each receives our final wage
For all we’ve said and done
Clearly upon the world wide stage
Many reject God’s Son
The Only Way to joy and peace
To everlasting life
Yet few our wicked ways will cease
And end our useless strife
Our streets are plagued with knives and guns
With vicious blinded ghouls
Father’s daughters, mother’s sons
Expire in bloody pools
Who is the one who fools mankind?
Who paints the darkness white?
Who is the one who keeps us blind?
And fearful of The Light
Deceived within religious gloom
Traditional rites bound tight
Heads are severed in secret rooms
In shadows of the night
While decadence is multiplied
More common day by day
Debauchery’s seen and glorified
Children are led astray
Even within the chosen bride
Unwilling to offend
Some to please the sheep inside
May veil sin’s fateful end
In love and truth the church must rise
Must stand her Saviour true
Must speak The Word to open eyes
Leading to birth anew
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