The dead tremble underwater
Hell is naked before Him
To God who stretched out the Norther Sky
and hangs the Earth on nothing
He wraps the water in the clouds
and covers up the Moon
He quieted the sea with His power
by His breath the skies are fair
He has pierced the serpent as he flees
These things are just a whisper of His power
and His might thunder, who could understand?
As God lives and His breath is in me
Till I die, I won't deny my integrity
This is the hyopcrites hope:
Though his children are multiplied
it's only for the sword
And the rest will starve or be buried by the plague
And their widows will not weep
though they gather up silver like dust
and gold like clay for the innocent
He lies down rich
When he opens his eyes
the flood comes in and the East Wind
carries him away in the night he is gone
thrown headlong
and met with only claps and jeers
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