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OOps too Late

Updated on April 29, 2015

Oh NO Darling, you cannot run, you're now confined with agony

The gates have shut, there's no escape, and there's no sympathy

You surrendered your soul to burn in hell when you were in your glory

Now you face the fire beneath, rancor, grief and fury

Don't call out for "water", cause you'll find none here

The only dampness in the air is that of sweat or tear

The sounds of the flames whipping your flesh, the hissing of the snakes, the moans

All feature in the misery you'll endure for your earthly loans

Satans offerings were just credit, you haven't really scored

To be in peace forever after ~plead your wishes to the Lord.


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