I gave you right to use a Word of Me
For billions waiting hope and stance
Don't make Her plain and vain at once
Don't make Me liar and unworthy to be
My anger will not come from Heaven
Because of you who call yourself holly
With holiness corrupted by deeds earthly,
Covered with gold, hidden by brethren.
O, no, my anger is already there,straight
In souls,words of those you need to serve.
Eyes closed in prays,bodies ready for fight!