Time would only fail me to tell of the secrets written in the dark. Of the drunken overlords who call themselves Christians, but in their minds deny the Lord's light. In the darkness of the forgotten bridegroom, called the church their Priests light a candle for the spark of humanity to be rekindled by the dying embers of truth. Will their revolution at last bring about the judgement seat of God and the Grand White throne of which the revelator speaks. Or will the Church be quiet, though their judgement will surely come.
As time repeats herself their children remember a loss of innocence, as the halls of beauty give way to Christmas trees without the light of grace. Will she remember in His confessional he spoke of woman and thought of a man, from whose face Heaven and Earth failed to give it's light. And I saw Lucifer fall from the sky, and his angels to the earth to set up His Kingdom, a communist nation and no one to defend. As the lights of self-realisation beckoned the beast to rise from the sea.
From heaven no more the children sing, alone in it's circle, the devil plays.
As time repeats herself their children remember a loss of innocence, as the halls of beauty give way to Christmas trees without the light of grace. Will she remember in His confessional he spoke of woman and thought of a man, from whose face Heaven and Earth failed to give it's light. And I saw Lucifer fall from the sky, and his angels to the earth to set up His Kingdom, a communist nation and no one to defend. As the lights of self-realisation beckoned the beast to rise from the sea.
From heaven no more the children sing, alone in it's circle, the devil plays.
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