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Their vine is not my vine

So you really think it a shortcut do ya?
Only if sheol was your home
Me, I’m not thinking I’m Romeo
And all the ladies just leave me alone

And tell me, Do you really think he was wise
He was writing to you from his hell
Had all he could have and it wasn’t enough
Like being soulless in the depths of a well

But yet he wrote, but how many heard
And how many still run to their way
All bad things have to come to an end
Like the earth has to turn night unto day

All you that forgot your first love, your God
And worshiped the work of your hands
See if they can save you now
I see that so few understand

All the kingdoms of glory beneath contempt
All offered for just one life and soul
What will you have when you lose it to them
When it’s gone and you’re helpless in sheol

Confound their language, scatter them far
Cause them to not find the door
Their evil is full, recover the wool
So they see that they’ve started a war

Another earth, another heaven
But I need me some vengeance first
Some want power, glory, riches
Only vengeance can quench this thirst