RESTORED HALLELUJAH’S

O restored Hallelujahs and triple shouts of joy!

For all the sons of God who were once her whipping boys

Are now all safely gathered in and prepared to take their part

The earth their great reward for all their ripped out hearts

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps

No more perpetual states of war.

Loud voices of our vengeance for God’s vehement visitation

Is now poured upon that slut and her bastard nasty nation.

For the blood of prophets slain upon

The altar which they swore, has now danced in vindication On that vanquished bloody whore!

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

That spread-legged harlot of corruption,

That Great Bustard that black swan,

Is now stripped before the nations and marked as

‘Mystery Babylon.’

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

Fine linen clean and bright

Is for the bride now well prepared,

The supper cooked with lamb and wine,

No gold or silver spared.

Raised up, raised up, raised up!

Like Christ her conquering King,

See the love’s new eternal covenant

Bound by her Lover’s red blood ring

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

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RESTORED HALLELUJAH’S

O restored Hallelujahs and triple shouts of joy!

For all the sons of God who were once her whipping boys

Are now all safely gathered in and prepared to take their part

The earth their great reward for all their ripped out hearts

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps

No more perpetual states of war.

Loud voices of our vengeance for God’s vehement visitation

Is now poured upon that slut and her bastard nasty nation.

For the blood of prophets slain upon

The altar which they swore, has now danced in vindication On that vanquished bloody whore!

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

That spread-legged harlot of corruption,

That Great Bustard that black swan,

Is now stripped before the nations and marked as

‘Mystery Babylon.’

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

Fine linen clean and bright

Is for the bride now well prepared,

The supper cooked with lamb and wine,

No gold or silver spared.

Raised up, raised up, raised up!

Like Christ her conquering King,

See the love’s new eternal covenant

Bound by her Lover’s red blood ring

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

Support the show

O soul within my soul

Be not as silent as the grave

Speak tenderly to me O LORD

From doubt, come rescue, save

O soul within my soul

O light within my head

Deliver me from darkness

Deliver me from dread

O soul within my soul

O spring of pure delight

Bubble up to cool my heated breast

To calm my quaking fright

O soul within my soul

O brimming brook within me

Rise up and overflow my banks

Of rotting rubbish rid me

O soul within my soul

O slayer of that which slew me

Come balm of Gilead anoint my head

In purity, renew me

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

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