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How horrible it will be,
For those who string you along;
Empty promises we see,
In being sinfully wrong.
Woe to them that draw darkness,
Deceit of immoral acts;
Even though with its starkness,
They are just twisting the facts.
They say that we can pass it,
And then read it afterwards;
Our children inherit,
Penalties within the words.
So allow God to make haste,
Doing quickly of His deed;
And not worry of the waste,
So we are able to succeed.
No matter if it is kind,
What the outcome that will be;
Whatever He has in mind,
That we are able to see.
Call upon the Holy One,
Though we may not understand;
For the end times have begun,
And we are on sinking sand.
How horrible it will be,
For those who call evil good;
Since their darkness cannot see,
The godly light as they should.
They turn darkness into light,
And the light into evil;
As darkness is alright,
And your lord is the devil.
Bitterness is something sweet,
And the sweetness tastes bitter;
As fast food is good to eat,
Making you trim and fitter.
Woe unto them that are wise,
And prudent in their own sight;
But cannot see the disguise,
Of those hiding from the light.
Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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