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Wrath: The Most Holy Sin

Come all ye masses as He passes
�the ultimate judgement with little begrudgement.

A template of sacred hate to take what He creates
�and make it quake for His namesake.

A flood, A storm, Some locus, first born
Fires in Hell, brimstone, and wails.

Give Me praise or you'll be razed.
Accept My son or is it Myself?
Take My word...written by someone else.

A message of peace and love from the one up-above;
unless, you use free will to steal sublimity away from Me.
Then we'll see who created ye as I ravage all that you see.

Stone some gays. Rape some maids.
Captive bondage; I entertain.
In My domain and in My book.

Of course they're not crooks.
Pay your tithes or suffer divine
Punishment for sins I invent.

I'm omnipotent. I'm omnipresent
And most benevolent
Wait...is that a HERETIC!?

Yes!
A kid not believing for she's not seeing proof of my being.
Now I am steaming! She will be seizing truth through seething.

I'm merciful. I'll give her a chance to repent.
Whoops: I still use the Old Testament.
So she and most all humans are sent

To suffer for an eternity in damnation for defying My will.