Fall on your knees
Ye offspring of Jezebel
Your feet have led your heart to ruin
As your fingers played a tune of doom
Know ye not that haughty hearts
Attract all but things that edify
Have you not heard of destruction;
the daughter of pride?
Or have you forgotten so quickly,
the fate of young lions that stray far from home?
Woe unto you, generation of vipers
Who have shut your ears to the cries of ailing men
Men you were blessed to uplift
Men who now languish in sorrow
Is it not said that the curse shall never leave the house of a thief?
Why then do you rob our Lord?
Taking unto your bosoms that which is meant for many
And meting same out to a few
Behold, a day cometh
A day of reckoning
Where you proud offspring of sin personified
Will give an account of all your actions
Fear not what will become of you
For every man who sinneth must die
Inevitable is the day you all come to naught
Fall on your knees, soulless lot of hooligans
Await your own apocalypse
-The Grace Ola