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A Warning To The Lost
Turn! Turn!
Turn from your wicked ways!
For I tell you, look up!
The time is near for the Lord's return.
Do not bury your head in the sand.
For if one does this,
I tell you, their body shall soon
join their head;
and their soul shall be tortured
by the fiery flames of hell
forever; never ceasing.
Turn!
But you say, "When the time arrives, then I will turn."
No! That time is now!
For death is lurking;
awaiting your last breath.
Death tells you, "Don't worry, you still have time to turn.
Until then, just continue about your ways."
All the while, death says to himself,
"He is such a fool!
The LORD speaks, but he does not hear.
I shall soon have my way with him.
His last day is soon arriving,
and he shall be placed
in the fiery flames of hell;
unquenching, never ceasing.
And his unceasing screams shall never
be heard amongst the dead;
tormented day and night
in the eternal flames of hell."
And now, I have come to ask,
"How much time has passed;
years, months, days, minutes?"
It does not matter,
for there you are;
your head is buried in the sand
and it is now time for your
body to join your head;
death has arrived,
and the hand of death reaches out
for your soul,
as your last breath is taken.
Turn from your wicked ways!
For I tell you, look up!
The time is near for the Lord's return.
Do not bury your head in the sand.
For if one does this,
I tell you, their body shall soon
join their head;
and their soul shall be tortured
by the fiery flames of hell
forever; never ceasing.
Turn!
But you say, "When the time arrives, then I will turn."
No! That time is now!
For death is lurking;
awaiting your last breath.
Death tells you, "Don't worry, you still have time to turn.
Until then, just continue about your ways."
All the while, death says to himself,
"He is such a fool!
The LORD speaks, but he does not hear.
I shall soon have my way with him.
His last day is soon arriving,
and he shall be placed
in the fiery flames of hell;
unquenching, never ceasing.
And his unceasing screams shall never
be heard amongst the dead;
tormented day and night
in the eternal flames of hell."
And now, I have come to ask,
"How much time has passed;
years, months, days, minutes?"
It does not matter,
for there you are;
your head is buried in the sand
and it is now time for your
body to join your head;
death has arrived,
and the hand of death reaches out
for your soul,
as your last breath is taken.
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