TRVE CALLING
Twas the night before Rapture,
and all through the church
It seemed like Satan was stirring,
but no one was sure.
A pentagram on the cross,
which had fallen down;
it rained through the eve,
they surely would drown!
The people all knew
what was to come;
the Devil lives!
Dead was the Son!
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