Gather the bundles old Mr Stair, to the furnace for burning all fraudulent tare. Playing out ill patterns from times gone before, acting like Romans who burnt down the door. You being the grim reaper self exalted on air, preparing a place for all those who so care, for the sweet Lord Jesus messiah justice so fair, who stands at the gateway in flames to declare. My heaven on earth, my seals to break open, the children who know me no devil confusion. No a.m Elias no FM Elijah six six six bar coded and tattooed for hire, be witness for me on web cable or wire, who comes in great glory on clouds blazing fire. Heavens first glory seen far on high, no red eyed redeemer graft on to buy, no nail piercing crony my soul shouts a cry, that money baloney marketing phony, voice gravelled and stony deceiving beguiler well leavened and flattered, never again my patience to try.
