A world so deep in darkness it's like living underground.
Mesmerized by lies until we are blindly spellbound.
Buried beneath tradition's grave mound,
with a front row seat on hell's greyhound.
Leaping from a boat that is about to run aground.
For itching ears turn from doctrine that is sound,
that they may reside where sin can abound.
As a passenger on the ark while the faithless are drowned,
partakers of HIS grace patiently await the coronation of the crowned.
Spared by the Spirit's transforming power from the soulless existence of the earthbound.
Mind blowing wisdom and knowledge that is profound.
No longer battling for real estate on the devil's playground.
For it is only in the Father's embrace that paradise can be found.
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