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THE PRESENT SODOM AND GOMORRAHThough I am the Lightyou walk in the darknessThough I am the Mightyou follow the barklessThough I am the Truthyou prefer the lier’s boothThough I am the Wayyou say it’s ok to be gayThough I am the Lifeyou choose eternal deathWhere weeping and gnashing is rifeand for sure there won’t be any MethOh you stubborn generationstop this horrific aberrationYou keep flirting with the seducerso don’t blame Me, blame the abuserThough I am the utter Merciful I’m also the eternal JustYour behavior is extremely hurtfulMy patience you finally bust.Wake up and smell the coffee or it will be too late.Lord, please, hasten Your ComingRita Biesemans, written May 13 2014
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THE PRESENT SODOM AND GOMORRAH
Though I am the Light
you walk in the darkness
Though I am the Might
you follow the barkless
Though I am the Truth
you prefer the lier’s booth
Though I am the Way
you say it’s ok to be gay
Though I am the Life
you choose eternal death
Where weeping and gnashing is rife
and for sure there won’t be any Meth
Oh you stubborn generation
stop this horrific aberration
You keep flirting with the seducer
so don’t blame Me, blame the abuser
Though I am the utter Merciful
I’m also the eternal Just
Your behavior is extremely hurtful
My patience you finally bust.
Wake up and smell the coffee or it will be too late.
Lord, please, hasten Your Coming
Rita Biesemans, written May 13 2014
THE PRESENT SODOM AND GOMORRAH
Though I am the Light
you walk in the darkness
Though I am the Might
you follow the barkless
Though I am the Truth
you prefer the lier’s booth
Though I am the Way
you say it’s ok to be gay
Though I am the Life
you choose eternal death
Where weeping and gnashing is rife
and for sure there won’t be any Meth
Oh you stubborn generation
stop this horrific aberration
You keep flirting with the seducer
so don’t blame Me, blame the abuser
Though I am the utter Merciful
I’m also the eternal Just
Your behavior is extremely hurtful
My patience you finally bust.
Wake up and smell the coffee or it will be too late.
Lord, please, hasten Your Coming
Rita Biesemans, written May 13 2014
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