Temple of flames, altar of eternal destroying fire. Where soul is being sold for wealth. I refuse to worship. I will not bow.
This dry morsel satisfies me, This Lazarus life pleases me, Than preparing for woe of eternity. I will rather at the end sit at the feet of father Abraham, Other than burn in flame file by earthly luxury. I will rather at the end, scott in the gold city, Other than embrace the hero of hell.
But I pray O Lord, bless my work. So before heaven, I will enjoy heaven on earth.
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