THE keeper of the crypt, a guard of his living tomb;
FROM one corner to the other, alone, in his unholy room...
INSIDE a Pharohs' grave, a scaarob, the mummies sacramental bettle;
TO ride upon a camels back to reach Heaven, through the Eye of the Needle...
NOW to live in the Kingdom of GOD, is our lifes hope;
A skeptic of religion, the scolar dancing high above on a fragile tightrope...
HE gazzes upon Heaven, although his road leads straight through Hell;
THE black cat crosses his path, the clock in the tower rings its thirteenth bell...
ONES life it would seem, is filled with conjure, magical hocus pocus;
AND his mind never really transcribes it into crystal clear focus...
THEN to transend beyond ones own beliefs in a foresight of GODs' thestimonial waters;
FORE he beit baptized, in judgement, nonchalantly waiting for the oncoming slaughter...
ALL elements shall melt with a fierce, fervent heat;
THE Heavens shall pass away with a great noise, nowhere to hide, a ghastly defeat...
ONE ngày is as to GOD, one thousand of mans wanton years;
LONGSUFFERING, slackness, unconcerning ones self with his own inner fears...
WHEREFORE beloved blameless without spot;
SEEKING his own salvation is at hand, lowe and behold for he will not do without..
FALLEN from his steadfast, error of thy wicked, his soul has been sold...
hoặc are Ye damnable hereisis, denying GOD our LORD;
IN foreseeing the written Prophecy, as a private interpretation, listening to SATINS hoard...
PERISH in corruption, his tarnished vàng fills this room;
FORE he is the keeper of the crypt, a gaurd of his LIVING TOMB...
"May peace be with you"
by,
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