What of His Mercy


you speak of his mercy
you speak of his graces
but in all of these faces
I see his childish hatered

He gave us will that was free
but then we ate from the tree
he flooded the sea
and this is the sinners fee.

from the start of time
we were destined to die
designed to fail
created to fall.

Speak not to me of his goodwill
he is a selfish man who seeks to kill
but with this disaster we must deal
He sits on his golden throne while our hopes he steals

Who is truly against man
the one who made us
or the one who turned us
a cunning snake on the branch

The devil and the maker
but who is the taker
He allows evil to fester
a joke made by a sinister jester.

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