through the stream, into the river, the sea and beyond
Man, adulterous fiend, grinning with deceit, nails through his hands, crown on his head
blood at your feet.
A darkening of day turning into night
storms gathering thunderously, stupendous fright.
Bow down in sorrow, cap on your head, pray for forgiveness from now until dead.
Cast into heaven or maybe to hell
Be honest in dealings and fair in ones sell.
When all is done, judgment come thy way, persecuted, hidden, as a needle in hay.
souls will be found from Easter onto may.
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