Jesus on the streets

Satan under the sheets

Why do the heathens rage

When we don’t keep sinners in a cage?

He that sits in the heavens shall laugh

When he speaks to them in his wrath

Hear me when I call, ye sons of men

How long before ye turn glory into shame again?

Stand ye in awe and sin not one time more

For your pillow will be a hard rock

And your bed a fiery brimstone floor.

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