Fall prostrate now before the NAZARENE

CREATOR of all both seen and unseen

The clock has struck midnight

Your life hangs in the balance

The hammer drops no reprieve

Hell will welcome your talents

That has caused this fate

Of eternal torment

You shook your fist at the ANOINTED

Your daily blasphemy

Obsession of evil intent

Released upon the earth

Malignancy inside your soul

You lack the SECOND BIRTH

No excuse for you now

Only your ignorant self to blame

The truth you sought was self evident

But instead you choose to mame

If only you could return

To warn others of their fate

Let them heed prophetic warnings

Until they reach the judgment gate