Omnis arbor quae non facit fructum bonum excidetur et in ignem mittetur
(Every tree that does not produce good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.)

Last Night I dreamt a holy man was taking me
With urgency he led me to a road
The way was lovely, the hedges filled with roses
The young boys who surrounded us seemed perfectly at home

One by one they fell as the webs entangled them
and dragged them to the dwelling of the Beast
Funes extenderunt in laqueum: iuxta iter scandalum posuerunt
(They have spread cords for a net: by the wayside they have laid snares for me)

The Hand of God placed knives along the trail
so the young boys could cut the webs away
Two swords were also symbols of devotion
With sacred blades many souls were saved

As we journeyed on the roses turned to thorns
The road became a steep and crooked path

At the bottom of the precipice dark towers loomed ahead
Behind the walls were mountains of scarlet flames
for them I knew we were standing at the very gates of hell
Many inscriptions were posted all around and this is what they said:

Ubi non est redemption
(The place of no reprieve)

Discedite, maledicti, in ignem aeternum qui paratus est diabolo et angelis eius
(Depart from Me, you cursed into the everlasting fire which was prepared for the devil and his angels.)

The Boys were rushing down and running from God's face
And in their stubborn pride, they turned away from grace
Maggots eat their flesh and termites gnaw their bones
In life they made their choice, This is now their home.

....Welcome Home....

Omnis arbor quae non facit fructum bonum excidetur et in ignem mittetur.

(Every tree that does not produce good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.)

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