Be gone ye beast of burden
That has gathered in my mind
Go back to whence you came from
You will no place here, find
To make a home and settle in
As though you're here to stay
For I will find you out, will I,
With Him to whom I pray.
So best ye pack it up with haste
And take your friends of rot
For God has cleaned my heart of you
And welcome you are not.
He alone will live inside
And He alone I serve
For you to take a stand with Him
I would not have the nerve.
I curse you not, tis God's alone
I'll leave you to His wrath
I will not stand between you two
Or wish my foe just half
Of what you have to answer to
And what your future holds.
I'm a child of His, no doubt;
My home on streets of gold.
You've toyed and played me long enough
I beg you, take your leave.
God has plans that far outweigh
What your thoughts could dare conceive.
I've seen you now; you've made your point
Now go and leave us peace.
This is not a place for you
God's will, will never cease.
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