Tormented words written in ink
God will give them blood to drink
Golden rules for all the living
Rejected boldly by the unforgiving
Words written in many ancient fables
Revisited in the house of seven gables
Though if you take a deeper look
You might find them in the good book
Revenge is sweet to the witches
Coveting carnal wealth and riches
Buried treasures in tainted ground
What is given freely comes around
Darkness comes to the wicked in a curse
For everything holy there is the reverse
It all boils down to a simple choice
We may be sorry, or we may rejoice
We may judge, and cast the first stone
Yet, judgment is for the Lord alone
Forbearance of contrite sisters and brothers
As we are forgiven we must forgive others
When we turn away from blessed bread
Our heart is cold and our soul is dead
Our mind's often too proud too think
That God will give us blood to drink
The world has been baptized by flood
Mercifully cleansed by divine blood
We may rise above, or we may sink
But, God will give us blood to drink
