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O attitude, let this put in my head-
Your true judgement; let this fairly appeare
I put out to see, all those bad
And inclined upon those fairly cheer
If I wer'n't, could've not I this led
Attic! This can't be 'er higher than this;
Then, lets see how does it rescue very one
So an incumbent wins his bliss
That another's so called knife become own
But to whom this met, has a lovely kiss
......
There was a referee.
His wisdom was for free.
He spoke from the sideline.
His heart turned to dust mind.
Spite won't set him free.
In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong,
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs,
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save,
To seek the path, the righteous pave.
Hell's inferno starts on Earth's domain,
A consequence of tongues that stain,
But just like seeds that die, then grow,
In Heaven's realm, our souls will know.
......
Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brook
Thy dreadfull look,
Able a heart of iron to appall,
When thou shalt call
For ev'ry man's peculiar book?
What others mean to do, I know not well;
Yet I heare tell,
That some will turn thee to some leaves therein
So void of sinne,
......
O attitude, let this put in my head-
Your true judgement; let this fairly appeare
I put out to see, all those bad
And inclined upon those fairly cheer
If I wer'n't, could've not I this led
Attic! This can't be 'er higher than this;
Then, lets see how does it rescue very one
So an incumbent wins his bliss
That another's so called knife become own
But to whom this met, has a lovely kiss
......
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
......
"witch" is what they all say "And to Satan she does pray" "Hair tired and grey and we wish she wouldn't stay"
With greenest skin full of warts in the night she gets up to all sorts. They sleep atop the hills gathered with their cohorts. We watch them all Snug, up in the forts So we shall laugh at them full of scoffs and snorts.
But i am not I simply wish to play my lute. Picking upon the earth, gathering the fruit. But a few seem to really know the truth. I am a witch but I mean no harm and you can call me the brute.
But I am one of the most gentle and kind that you could every find. But perhaps you all wish to remain blind I simply wish that we could just all rewind I don't think I need to remind.
There was a referee.
His wisdom was for free.
He spoke from the sideline.
His heart turned to dust mind.
Spite won't set him free.
In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong,
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs,
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save,
To seek the path, the righteous pave.
Hell's inferno starts on Earth's domain,
A consequence of tongues that stain,
But just like seeds that die, then grow,
In Heaven's realm, our souls will know.
......