It did not matter in the end of days
For god did not come up from hell to smite
The once down trod who stopped to think and fight
Who ate no bread nor drank the cabernets
Though nightly even still one kneels and prays
And asks for wisdom knowing wrong from right
But now the heart and mind not filled with fright
For now one sees the broad and narrow ways
Those left behind who would not speak their name
Are married now with five to fifteen kids
The peers who were indoctrinated youth
Now truly think her resting place is flame
They hate the ones who do what god forbids
They hate because they think they know the truth
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 1:35 AM UTC
It did not matter in the end of days
For god did not come up from hell to smite
The once down trod who stopped to think and fight
Who ate no bread nor drank the cabernets
Though nightly even still one kneels and prays
And asks for wisdom knowing wrong from right
But now the heart and mind not filled with fright
For now one sees the broad and narrow ways
Those left behind who would not speak their name
Are married now with five to fifteen kids
The peers who were indoctrinated youth
Now truly think her resting place is flame
They hate the ones who do what god forbids
They hate because they think they know the truth
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