No Contest

Alas, there’s trouble brewing
I’m stirring it with my finger, God’s finger
Recompense will be made
But first must come His wrath

People cry out, Why God why!?
Because if you just obeyed
Love one another is all you had to do
But you disobeyed, despised Him even

So spit out your pride and disrespect
Or God will spit you out into the fire
You see it as a threat to be
But it’s the way it has to be

You can’t accept the Truth
That He gave His life for you
Instead you kick Him a curb stomper
So what do you think His Father will do?

So without remorse or any regret
I command Angels to deliver a warning shot
Don’t get into the ring with Him
There is no way you can contest

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