All That I Am
Haught hauntings chased Him whilst He kneeled in the garden
Visited by Old Scratch Himself in Gesthemane, He heard the screams and the echoes
Misery and melancholy from the damned
He felt the pains and woes from the eternal lost souls
What a burden to bear for the flock
The saved and unsaved
And the devil, he feast ravenously upon man
As he finds delight in the nefarious and depraved
‘Lest we forget to repent
We are to be thankful for the ascended Lamb
Whose blood rushes through my veins
And makes me all that I am
by: Metatron Rabbin
