Children of Abraham, don't say you ain't been warned,

For there will come a burning day.

Strait are the checkpoints to your enemy's house,

And narrow is the way.

But broad are the wings of the silver birds overhead,

And wide open are their bellies' gates.

And many there be among y'all, children,

Who will lie begging in their wakes.

There is a bomb

In Gilead.

It sitteth on the throne of peace,

And it's fixing to get blown to pieces.

There is a bomb.

Children of Paul, forget y'all not

To Whom you belong.

For a sword long hath been wrought

That cleaves the weak from the strong.

Boy from his father.

Mama from her daughter.

If you ain’t loving,

You ain’t living.

There is a bomb

In Gilead.

It sitteth on the throne of peace,

And it's fixing to get blown to pieces.

There is a bomb.