O Glory, O God, O Mercy

February 4, 2009
O Glory, O God, O Mercy
Me, a son(or daughter) of sin,
can't you hear the heavens sing?
When you taste the fire and brim stone
it will be sweet.
Arise you fool,
Sit down you saint.
When there's nothing left to breath
there will be
that silly
girl(or boy).
A told you so-and-so
you were told.
Can't you see? Can't you hear?
Can't you
taste that fire and brim stone.
O God, O Mercy
Please, forgive (or
Fire forges pathways,
Forges find their way,
corrupting mild minds
that know nothing (or everything).
Spit the dose of daily bread
before you
destroy, O Mercy.

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