Sinner’s All



You are within here truly lost,
With destination naught,
Thy soul need pay this deathly cost,
His infestation wrought.

Within this utter Hell await,
For nothing more than sin,
Atonement shall not aid thy fate,
Cast out, then forced back in.

For we are those He left behind,
To die, rot, and decay,
As sinners all are made to find,
Pure agony each day.

Alas, I tell thee, such is so,
“Damnation” is this place,
There is no other place to go,
We are fallen from grace.

By we alone, a bond doth form,
Stronger by far He,
As able to withstand the storm,
More so than His decree.

Here through the wretched ash we sift,
Deep in this story old,
Whilst hatred in our spirit’s drift,
Our shoulders to Him cold.

Thus here we live, we sinners all,
Free are we from His pain,
Hence lieth we in rest as fall,
All that He ever did by rain.