Day Of Doom - Poem by Kayla Nace
You sinners are, and such a share
as sinners may expect,
Such you shall have; for I do save
none by my own elect.
Yet to compare your sin with their
who lived a longer time,
I do confess yours is much less,
though every sin' a crime.
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