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Flames of Hell


 

The flames of hell lap all around us, each and every day

The devil slowly sets his trap and sits back waiting for his prey


We wake up in the morning running late no time to stop and pray

Road rage creeps up on us as we rush to get to work

We turn up the radio in hopes of blocking out the world

Instead it fills the car with images of death and destruction


We think of our children and how to keep them safe from all the evils of the world

The government tells them they can’t simply be children anymore

They can’t tease one another or play with caps and guns

or they can be expelled from school


Child predators have more rights than us

They can live in our communities and walk among our children

yet we cannot do a thing


Abortion is a right that too many women choose

They can murder unborn children and walk free upon the earth

The doctors that perform them are paid with our tax money

yet we cannot do a thing


Yet take a loving father who protects his home and family

from a burglar breaking in -

he can spend a lifetime in prison -

all because he owned a gun


Our churches claim to be a haven for all who seek

yet once inside the church human nature rears its ugly head

We put Christ on the back burner and His love is slowly lost

So intent are we upon the rules and regulations

that those who need the love of Christ

we can no longer see


Tolerance and acceptance of all is what our government teaches

But in reality this doesn’t apply to you or me

if we believe in Christ


You can put rap music on the radio filled with words of hate for all

They talk of rape and killing cops

yet receive accolades from all

But if I express my thoughts that all of life is sacred and

abortion and homosexuality are wrong

then I risk being thrown in jail


Each time our rights are violated and we let it happen without any fight

Then we are only opening the door to let Satan further in


The gates of hell they rumble as God’s tears slowly fill the earth

His heart is slowly breaking each time we turn our backs

"Please my little children won’t you step up and take a stand?

Can’t you see what this corruption is doing to our land?

Each time that you choose to let things like this slide

you push Me further and further from your lives"


As the world becomes more willing to accept the wrong as right

or the bad as good - we need to stop and listen to the sounds rumbling from below

If you listen very carefully, you’re sure to hear it too

It’s the sound of evil laughing loud at all we do


Satan rears his ugly head and says "You do my job for me.

I set the trap and sit back and watch as you let the world around you

be destroyed with words like tolerance and acceptance of all that is immoral"

The flames of hell lap all around us, each and every day







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