vile creature, miserable wretch
turn, turn, turn
deserving of wrath and anger,
of the fiery bowels
turn, turn, turn
tell it out
tell it out from your soul
empty your carbonised heart
not with pride or arrogance
but as humble as the worm
slinking through the loam
have you turned yet?
what's to come? you ask
freedom, worm, freedom
chains are broken
hearts fly free
transformation
without operation
salvation and faith
and a whole gamut of fruit
all free gifts from the one who loves
the one who loves first
loves you
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