When your spirit's surrendered and forsaken your flesh and you wander the earth with no comfort or rest, don't go searching for solace for you cannot be saved when your soul lies and festers in the mouth of the grave. Your words echo hollow in the dead veil of night. Your mouth dribbles honey while your heart vomits lies. There's no faith without action, or so some would say. Your insides grow soft as your spirit decays. Fall to your knees, for the grave's not the only door open to thee. Rise up from those waters and cast off those chains and ascend to the Kingdom or be engulfed in the flames. Remember what paved that grim road down to Hell. There ain't nothing the Devil can't buy or can't sell, so don't waste your breath on those promises so fair. When you've got no intention, it's Hell that you'll share. There you'll know of no mercy, you'll hear of no mirth, shackled in fire to the bowels of the earth. O you pitiful soul, the time now is nigh. Offer your deeds to that glory on high and fall to your knees for the grave's not the only door open to thee. Rise up from those waters and cast off those chains and ascend to the Kingdom where in glory He'll reign.
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