I woke with a thunderclap, and I thought of God, and I thought of you all good
Those Satanists, the freaks have been leeching off your self-doubt again, eh?
Cry like rain, my domme, for them nothings? Life’s your adventure
I would gamble my life and reputation, to hear the King of Heaven send
In warning, and fight for your restless heart, God thunder at your Goodness
Saying, if one gambles for Love and is executed, everyone dies eventually
Life’s clap, in God’s eternal thunder rolls; and you’re loved. Always.
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