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Hell On Earth
To thy that cast the first stone
Place of paradise, where redemption of fallen grace shall roam
Hell, on earth as you could, feel, see
No other place that accommodates such sinful needs
The seven deadly sins, oh yes, they’re real
As an Angel, my skin tattered as lashes I feel
Satan is within the mind, flames igniting the destructive ruins of thy, soul, heart
Right and Wrong, God’s true purpose given from the beginning of time in its natural state of art
Angels, yes, we see, bow under grace, for the sins of you and thee
Roaming unaware from sunrise to sunset spreading God’s Heavenly creed
Yet, Revelations gives you the seven seals, seven churches, and the pale horse
Death and destruction, cast of the wicked, not from the life you lead, but the doctrine of the heart’s choice
Now when you say Chant For The Horned Beast
The cries from ancestral cotton fields, linage denigration, mass killings, its glorious fame of feast
The Heavens, where God’s laws preaches, Pearly Gates, the fiery eyes will never come to see
Heaven and Hell are found within the heart, a man, standing in a pulpit preaching the way to salvation
One hundred and forty-four souls’ entrance, the others reincarnated to an ungodly world of mind wandering and trepidation
God seeks thy heart without a spot or a winkle
Your fate leaves the mind in waiting, which no one knows, it’s just that simple
Place of paradise, where redemption of fallen grace shall roam
Hell, on earth as you could, feel, see
No other place that accommodates such sinful needs
The seven deadly sins, oh yes, they’re real
As an Angel, my skin tattered as lashes I feel
Satan is within the mind, flames igniting the destructive ruins of thy, soul, heart
Right and Wrong, God’s true purpose given from the beginning of time in its natural state of art
Angels, yes, we see, bow under grace, for the sins of you and thee
Roaming unaware from sunrise to sunset spreading God’s Heavenly creed
Yet, Revelations gives you the seven seals, seven churches, and the pale horse
Death and destruction, cast of the wicked, not from the life you lead, but the doctrine of the heart’s choice
Now when you say Chant For The Horned Beast
The cries from ancestral cotton fields, linage denigration, mass killings, its glorious fame of feast
The Heavens, where God’s laws preaches, Pearly Gates, the fiery eyes will never come to see
Heaven and Hell are found within the heart, a man, standing in a pulpit preaching the way to salvation
One hundred and forty-four souls’ entrance, the others reincarnated to an ungodly world of mind wandering and trepidation
God seeks thy heart without a spot or a winkle
Your fate leaves the mind in waiting, which no one knows, it’s just that simple
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