Biding time beneath the surface.
Feel the flame that flickers your face;
‘Tis Satan’s infernal fury;
the sum of all the price man pays.
Yet as the sinners sleep, they dream
Of pearly gates through thickened cloud.
And angels lifting their heads in chorus
as they sing their praises of Him aloud.
Soon their slumbering eyes do open.
Back to Hell’s devilish frame,
Hear the screaming of the ******
And think that it is Him to blame.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
Biding time beneath the surface.
Feel the flame that flickers your face;
‘Tis Satan’s infernal fury;
the sum of all the price man pays.
Yet as the sinners sleep, they dream
Of pearly gates through thickened cloud.
And angels lifting their heads in chorus
as they sing their praises of Him aloud.
Soon their slumbering eyes do open.
Back to Hell’s devilish frame,
Hear the screaming of the ******
And think that it is Him to blame.