Hades - Widow's Mite (chapter Eleven) lyrics

rate me

Beware of the scribes

Parading in robes

The heavier the sentence

They'll follow in droves

You claim you are He

The time is at hand

The Earth shakes my bones

I don't understand

If you listen to me

You'll be eternally free

The widow puts in

More than the rest

You gave from your surplus

She gave it her best

You chorus from the rich

She gives from the poor

You laugh with the witch

She cries with the whore

Two copper coins

She gave it her best

Pray that you may not be

Put to the test

Blest are you

The hungry, the poor

The reign of God is yours

You can't ask for more

CHAPTER ELEVEN