Ren's Pen
Lost Souls
They are of this wicked world
Their very souls in a twirl
They dont know what to expect
They know their lives are a wreck
They do not know what the future holds
Some do not care for their very souls
The days are appraoching to the end
And the Lord's angels will He send
They last trump rings in their ear
And they know that He is very near
They run upon the earth to and fro
Fearing Him that can destroy body and soul
They will run and hide from His Face
And watch as He destroys this place
They will curse His very Name
And regreat that Jesus ever came
Their very souls in a twirl
They dont know what to expect
They know their lives are a wreck
They do not know what the future holds
Some do not care for their very souls
The days are appraoching to the end
And the Lord's angels will He send
They last trump rings in their ear
And they know that He is very near
They run upon the earth to and fro
Fearing Him that can destroy body and soul
They will run and hide from His Face
And watch as He destroys this place
They will curse His very Name
And regreat that Jesus ever came
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Lost Souls
Lost Souls