Death is for degenerates
You know this quite well
Heed my warning
And all will be well
Drink from Me
I’m the limitless well
Stop acting like this
You know how Satan fell
I saved your spirit by the death of my Son
Leave those dumb idols
I’m the only worthy one
Decide for yourself
That with sin you are done
Obey my rules
It’s easier and fun
Oh, precious son!
Your soul is downcast
Did I not say success during sin
wouldn’t last?
You had your heart set
On that virtuous lass
But she could no longer bear the
Bad things you passed
You didn’t listen to her voice
This was your choice
You spoke like a fool
Used her like a tool
Now that she’s gone the only
One to blame is you!
Oh, son! You greatly grieve my heart!
You soon fell away after
I joined you at the start
But listen, Lance, you still have a chance
Repent of your sin
Then go move to France
Preach my Word to the people of that nation
Tell them I’m the one responsible for all creation
Oh, ungrateful son! What more can I say?
What else can I do to convince you to stay?
I gave you a second chance
On that dark and sad day
But instead of going to France
You went the other way!
And now I’ve become wildly astonished
To see you commit sins unseemly
I admonish
My heart’s in sheer pain
To see you insane
Your unholy deeds not spoken of
Among the heathen
Done without remorse
I can barely recognize you with
What you’re seeped in
Oh, lost son! I’m sorry to say
But I can’t be your Father if
You keep running away
Son! You’ve now done bad things
That are bizarre
Indeed I now know whose son
You truly are
You once were my child
But now you are no more
You pushed me out of your spirit’s door
Now you’re like a devil; broken on the floor
I wish you were still mine
But you’ve chosen what I abhor
With no love for me
You’ve lost what Jesus died for.
End.