What is it this time that you have done?
Are you happy you've finally won?
This battle of evil and good, hate and grace.
You beat me to home base.
Your bat, made of cruelty and malice, used to slay.
Is this the game in which you play?
Your uniform, designed by diablo, made of sin, ordered by
"magazine".
You are not one's thought of the typical teen.
Swinging, not with your actions, but with thy tongue.
Defiling the hearts of adults, adolescents, and even the young.
Sliding to first base, knocking down all in your way,
Disregarding whether or not it's the right way to play.
Second base comes by slowly, but you still coast by,
Doing anything it takes, perhaps even die.
Third, you're almost there...
Ruin another person's faith, if you dare.
Dashing down the last of the base line,
God has thrown at you more than one sign.
People cheer, "HOMERUN!"
But look at the cost; look at what you've done.
All of this for what you need?
Disregarding God's gracious plead.
 
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