Wait for the hand of god
To smack you right in the face.
There’s peace in doing all that you are told
And death surely waits for the bold.

Nothing ever changes.
Something’s rearranging.
All things peaceful turning
‘til it all ends burning …. in your

Palms…

The hand of god.

Kill or be killed in this forsaken mess
It’s time for you to face your test!
You’ll face your test
Then die in the flames that you have endured
In death you will be assured . . .
You’re burning in hell already.

The hand of god … it’s an illusion!