Gods of Wrath, and Gods of Hate, determine mankinds awaiting fate
Men are born to live and die, they sin through out lifes winding path,
and find that waiting, by, and by, an Earthly Hell, that through their wrath
have breathed on them a sinners breath. Flames and Fumes that
awful stench, in Hells dominion their thirst to quench. Men will find no
peace on earth, and down below; A lower berth.
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