Hell Hath No Fury Like GOD Man Scorns
In a place buried with time
Lives one who thought he was divine
Above all things was their mindset
Exalt himself and GOD reject
Anointed Cherub, perverted power
Would soon face his darkest hour
For by his hand he would provoke
The wrath of GOD he would evoke
Inequity would flood this beast
Angel of Light would soon be least
Of those God made to Honor Him
Cast down GOD would, Father of sin
The Roaring Lion would roar no more
Losing his den GOD closed the door
On him who took One third of them
Angels now demons, all now condemned
Lucifer, Beelzebub, God of this age
Would rule in Hell and Earth engage
Lost souls too blind on man his prey
Assorted lives, Horderves that strayed
Man like sheep wander this world
Slaughtered by sin Satan unfurls
And in the end those not reborn
Will know of God and firestorms
For Hell Hath No Fury Like GOD Man Scorns!
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