The Fall

Slithering seduction, selling autonomy and perfection, starting insurrection
Feigned fool entices woman with pride loaded weapon for mans demise
Stay up, wait late, lines form, progeny once made great, now only death fate
Promises, principles, powerless imbeciles, degenerate minstrels, all crooked and sinful
Seeking what if not Him? Self rule within? Decay begins, grave bound is our end
Listen closely to stories told only mostly true when promising you likeness of the One who rules
Bush found, hide now, crouch down, His sound has called us out, His warning we doubt
Curse pronounced, man denounced, once close in communion is now without
Slithers our way, instead of running we stay, securing future black days
What do we expect from glory not kept, our life now debt, when sin infects all man reject
His name profaned, are we insane, wanting death for fame, searching purpose in vain
Call out, shout now, broke down, the time you cherish has run out, God’s judgment has come about
No place to run, hide, sneak, bribe, no mercy from lies, eternity will be fixed, vast divide, in hell reside
Law breaker, death maker, pushed down by the gravity of your depravity, last breath is the end of thee
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- 02.26.05 / 8pm
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