Need you be judged before you know
When your heart already flogs you so?
Must your sinning soul die and rot
Before you hearken to your thought?
The deeds that your stained hands do,
And words of your sinning lips too;
The wicked rhymes your heart hath writ,
They your fouled mouth doth spit.
When before your maker you stand,
Your evil deeds shall bind your hand.
Their hands shall pull tight the noose
And no plea shall set you loose!!!
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