The Word of God corrupts; the Word of God corrupts absolutely
I have by a terrible malady been afflicted
LIke the plagues of old
I thought this would soon pass
I would in time be restored
To my hearty estate of old
I was ill-prepared
For the fury to come
I had no idea
The disaster to unfold
My defenses were overturned
By the corrupting influence
Of the Word of God
The revenue of the Word
Corrupts the soul with joy abundant
It spawns an epidemic of philanthropy
It bleeds love
It hemorrhages peace
It afflicts the envious with compassion
It poisons the weak soul with might
The Word of God will corrupt you mightily
It will infect you with goodness
Swallow your selfish desires
Turn Pharisees into Nicodemus
Ravish souls with Faith
Uproot evil from the wicked
Scourge pain from every heart
It will unleash a good work in all it encounters
It will demolish anger
It will consume evil
And in the day of Jesus Christ
It will amuptate sin
And infect all minds with phantom Bliss
When the fury of the Word is spent
You will look in a glass
And there be confronted
By the image of a new Creature
A Stranger and a Foreigner
One from the old man alienated
Your speech will be interdicted by Hope
Your thoughts will be arrested by Faith
Your actions will be sentenced by Charity
That is the fruit
Of the corrupt Word of God
