Oh please, don’t make me explain.
I am Tartarus
And Satan I do love and disdain.
I am Tartarus
Reserved for the fire.
I am Tartarus
And Christ is my heart’s desire
I am Tartarus
I will face the fire and stay alive
I am Tartarus
1 Peter 3: 21 says I’ll survive.
I am Tartarus
A black sheep from way back
I am Tartarus
And Jesus Christ is back in black
The one that is greater than John
And baptizes with holy spirit and fire
The Son of God, The Son of Man
Is the object of Tartarus’ desire.
This is a secret too well kept
Thus many Christians are persecuted
Oppressed even by their own
Some fellow Christians just saluted
But maybe they’ll be the ones
Who next are about to rock
Wonder if they’ll deny Him three times
Before the crow of the cock.
If they do, who will plead their case
Before the Almighty Father?
They don’t know it, but by their actions,
They’ve made Christ food for fodder.
But at least people are talking
And that was the primary goal
All these Lucys in the sky with diamonds
Buried beneath the coal
Remember the Father says
He’ll “make fools of them all”
So I’ll play the fool once again
I’ll speak up for them
And say I was glad to call them friends.
After all we’re all puppets and toys
To entertain and occupy our Maker
So when all is said and done
He will not forsake her.
By her I mean the earth
