A Wrathful God
Heaven cried with storms of hell,
It rained and had a rotten smell,
Volcanoes seized the many wicked,
God would only bring the souls whom gifted.
His wrath was torrid like dancing flames,
His twisted sense of humor, hath remained.
And millions on the cross were shamed.
As blood was tamed and tamed and tamed.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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