Reduced to Dust

Faith in him whose passing shadow may be a cloud
Whose voice is the thunder
I have been proud
I led you here to be corrupted by an evil people
But the lord, in his mercy, offers us salvation
Come, follow me
Leave this monstrous place!
Don’t, please
Please, Lot
I turn my back on you
On you
Hear me
As I was told, so now I tell you
Once we leave these cities
If there are those amongst us who look back
Only so much as look back behind you
Then Jehovah will know that we do so
In regret of the ways of Sodom
And he will smite us
Let no one look back
No one
These cities will be smitten from the earth
Reduced to dust
What you call sin, to me is virtue
And all-powerful death, whom you hate
I worship
I turn my back on you, Lot
On you and your impotent god
I turn my back on you, Lot
On you