Vengeance And I’ll get mine in glorified splendour And you’ll get yours in the torture Punishment I can’t wait for As I sit back, all smugness Praying for the day when the wicked and the weak Harvest the fruits of their labour While I will reap my reward My cup runneth over; for me And I will get mine in self-sanctimonious And you will get yours in denial And I will be saved And you will not For heaven awaits all those who are conceived in hell I have been chosen And you have not Yet by blood and life We walked the same path For I am righteous, holy and good And you are so obviously Not