Come, they say
Let us wait
For the poor righteous man
Set the ambush
No one will know
We will go unpunished
God will not regard
Nor will he intervene
Come, cast your lot with us
And let us take a spoil today
And tomorrow we will drink and party
But little did they know
That God has set a trap for them
They will stumble and fall
Into the fire
Reserved for the Devil and his children
In that day they shall see with their own eyes
The deliverance of the Most High’s children
While they are scorched by the burning heat
Of that Day
And none shall comfort them
Nor give them any water to drink
But they shall pine away in their misery
And be forgotten for Eternity
Shalam,
Zarach