Every foul, ungodly pleasure
every time of stolen leisure,
will be paid for, after death
in hellish climes’ infernal breath.
Every chance to turn and seek
all times the Lord did seem to speak,
will be charged to your soul’s account
your living death, the full amount.
Every pang of conscience killed
impenitence, deceit self willed,
will be forever dwelled upon
God’s image lost, yet never gone.
Every thought of gratitude
dispersed amongst the multitude,
will be in hell, no mercy, how?
rejecting Christ, you’re Satan’s now.