soul tattered

soul wrecked

the child dashed upon the neck

pleading for a time to recover

hoping for a time of rest

freedom from the struggle

free from surmounting debt

the pen leaves a stroke

only remembrance of the child left

profits made for many by the spiritually inept

pulpits of Truth have gone silent

collecting money at every request

the eagle is burning on high

God’s wrath they take in jest

may mercy flow from The Throne

for the bloodied

for the depressed

His vengeance has come down

accounting for all debt

fire awaits the faithless

the wages of sin is death