Wicked
Wicked
He works in a field of fornication with all darkness
Of heart and merriment of Spirit
Fatally drunken by his passions of Poison
He Establishes a lair of lust to dwell in throughout his early days
The woods of wickedness his hiding place
Which keep the flow of righteousness From his reaching his heart of stone
His vain will continuing to make its Presence known
As the force of a hammer from hell
Erecting a Palace of perdition in which He gleefully resides in
The ignorance that blinds him is dark As the lowest abyss for beauty does not Bring him a kiss
Leaving his heart forever void of bliss
There are terrible Towers of great height built up all by the pride of man's intelligence
He stands high hills of hell rather than The mountains filled with Majesty of The King
So envy not at these worldly marvels
For they all meet the dust
the works of great heights
Wll be forgotten as Empires of decades prior
For the the winds of truth erase the Stance of
The false works that foolishly Pomp up their love
The righteous are forever the flower
That eternally blooms in the garden of The Master
While the wicked are a tree Mighty in Life
But lifeless in riches and treasure of Peace
For the destruction is only revealed at the breathing of the last day
He works in a field of fornication with all darkness
Of heart and merriment of Spirit
Fatally drunken by his passions of Poison
He Establishes a lair of lust to dwell in throughout his early days
The woods of wickedness his hiding place
Which keep the flow of righteousness From his reaching his heart of stone
His vain will continuing to make its Presence known
As the force of a hammer from hell
Erecting a Palace of perdition in which He gleefully resides in
The ignorance that blinds him is dark As the lowest abyss for beauty does not Bring him a kiss
Leaving his heart forever void of bliss
There are terrible Towers of great height built up all by the pride of man's intelligence
He stands high hills of hell rather than The mountains filled with Majesty of The King
So envy not at these worldly marvels
For they all meet the dust
the works of great heights
Wll be forgotten as Empires of decades prior
For the the winds of truth erase the Stance of
The false works that foolishly Pomp up their love
The righteous are forever the flower
That eternally blooms in the garden of The Master
While the wicked are a tree Mighty in Life
But lifeless in riches and treasure of Peace
For the destruction is only revealed at the breathing of the last day
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Writer(s): Matthew Boagni
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