Somewhere in the high thin air.... over a land, once thick, with scents of anointed hair...
a vivid, shining orb of Glory waits.... for Heavens' nod, before it's too late...
descending like a boxers mighty blow.... it crashes upon the souls below....
a Holy Fire... scything through golden fields ... one by one, we yield...
how could I have been so misled?... so blind, to my sin...
who was it, that reasoned away?... ultimate Truth, to my shame....
pawning me off, as some worthless pile of stuff...
shame on you! You, you... nut!
go and deceive some other fool... I’ve fallen for the Truth...
caught up, in this Holy Fire.... I yield to the Lord Jesus, and His desires…
the anointing comes... to free souls below, from deceptions ghastly grasp…
this evil, now covering the Earth.... will be crushed, by Heaven's Thrust...
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