She's dead, lying burned therein
The wrath of God builds up her fate
Sin, Atrocities within
Deny the Holy One her state
Of mind in tune with lies and hate
Trapped beneath the dust and snow
To love and hold, though on my own
I search for keys to free her captive soul.
Oh, bad kitty.
Taste the honey on your tongue.
Oh, bad kitty.
Feel the lemon in your gut.
Your arguments are weak at best.
Behold, your spirit thins before the
Glorious ones provide the test.
You seem to God some filthy whore.
The secrets are indeed divine,
Filled with pain and sorrow in.
Still i throw the pearls to the swine,
I'm often threatened by this cold world
And doomed to wander throughout it's womb.
But now my heart jumps at this jewel
And resurrects decrepid tomb.
Still all to many will turn away
While disregarding all i've said
And all the wonders done in His name.
Now cast in fire and darkest pit.
