Servants Of The Supreme Message

<p>Signing the paper of death<br/>They say I could be dead<br/>Cry out for his mercy<br/>His healing power to live<br/>There I sit in the black room<br/>Signing the paper of death<br/>Drugs and radiation<br/>Will destroy my blood<br/>Except for a miracle<br/>I will die a hideous painful death<br/>As I await the box of wax<br/>They prepare to flick the switch<br/>Radiation shreds my blood<br/>Drugs rot my body<br/>Donation cells are given<br/>To restore my state<br/>Kneel in my bed, dripping with blood<br/>The treatment has taken its toll<br/>Demons round me laughing<br/>As the pain of hate fills my bones<br/>Suddenly a figure in white<br/>Ten foot tan from God<br/>Spreads his wings, sword in hand<br/>Chope those demons down<br/>Slime and gore oozes the floor<br/>As they all lie dead<br/>As the months grow longer<br/>Satan plans his next attack<br/>Broken down with many disease<br/>Feel I&#x27;m about to die, rotting bones in pain<br/>Suddenly a break through, the power of Jesus name<br/>Brought back from the dead I come<br/>Now to proclaim his ways<br/>No devil stomps on God&#x27;s child and ever gets away<br/>Dead man walking<br/>Satan still stalking<br/>Don&#x27;t try again you loser<br/>I will live forever