To those who are perishing

I will tread them in My anger and will trample them in My fury

To those who are perishing

Their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments

And I will stain all My raiment

My angered hand will gather all my foes

With raging heat, I erupt with the scorch of living coals

And with My indignation burning as an oven glows

So shall my righteous wrath and fury now devour all their souls

Let the guilty, wicked men be humbled to the dust

Shall not the God of Truth engage to vindicate the suffering of the just

I will bring an end to this puny life they are cherishing

For the message of the cross is foolishness

To those who are perishing

"The God that holds you over the pit of Hell abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked; his wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire; and yet, it is nothing but His hand that holds you from falling in at every moment. But you have no interest in any Mediator and nothing to lay hold of to save yourself; nothing to keep off the flames of wrath; nothing of your own; nothing that you ever have done; nothing that you can do to induce God to spare you one moment at all."

Open the valley of wailing

Weeds trash, ignite, writhe

Their sheaths twisted, burning

Their choices are voiced by the fire

Flames spread like spores, their rupture is promised

You stumble, choking, heat clawing at your skin

You breathe in air thick with fleshy cinders

You try to run, there is no escape

In the black hole of flame

The vortex rising a creature born of torment

Devouring all that touch it

You are a weed amongst weeds forever

Haste and escape for your lives

Look out behind you, do not tire

Escape to the Mountain of Zion

Lest you be consumed by the eternal fire, fire, fire

Fire forever