A William Cowper Poem Can Be a Pierce the Veil Song
Original Poem
Bold is screamed, Italics is Elongated Melodic Scream-y Whatever, Example of The Music
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution,
Wait, with impatient readiness, wait to seize my
Soul in a moment.
Damned below Judas: more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy master.
Twice betrayed Jesus me, the, last, delinquent,
Man disavows, and deity disowns me:
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution,
Wait, with impatient readiness, wait to seize my
Soul in a moment.
Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's.
Him the vindictive rod of angry justice
Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong;
I, fed with judgment, in a fleshy tomb, am
Buried above ground.
Bold is screamed, Italics is Elongated Melodic Scream-y Whatever, Example of The Music
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution,
Wait, with impatient readiness, wait to seize my
Soul in a moment.
Damned below Judas: more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy master.
Twice betrayed Jesus me, the, last, delinquent,
Man disavows, and deity disowns me:
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution,
Wait, with impatient readiness, wait to seize my
Soul in a moment.
Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's.
Him the vindictive rod of angry justice
Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong;
I, fed with judgment, in a fleshy tomb, am
Buried above ground.
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