Post by me on Oct 27, 2007 15:28:32 GMT -5
My grave stands before me
standing empty in the silver light
of a hostile moon hovering
over the barren plains below.
Standing over the gaping maw
Staring into that shadowed doom
Hells fire burns red within it
Or does hells condemnation deceive my eyes
The grave is only a grave
A tomb that fills me with Terror
A hole in the ground that shall receive me
Yet for this, hell tries to deceive me
My own body fills the grave below me
My own hands carved the name
The name that had belonged to me since creation
I am literacy, I am thought I am imagination
I am dead
Dead because of this world
This place is my tomb in Life
An overwhelming darkness in death
To die here is to once more take life
To live here is to wish for death
This blackened house stands in sin
Buried within a city of evil
Burned by your humanity
Blackened by your lack of control
This place is a monument to you
A prize built for your sins
To be immortalized for eternity
to crucify you for an eternity after
Let us intensify your torment
Allow this to be your grave
Sit beside us on the judgment seat
Come, and die alone.
The trumpets sound at the end of time
His glory revealed, leaving none alive
The entire race of humans lay dead
Before the army of his Majesty
None can remain unchanged
After viewing the light of His glory
None yet can claim that this is fallacy
Until they see for themselves this truth
Those who fall shall dine
In hell's flames, the feast of agony
For refusing to acknowledge his glory
For standing with the false prophets of our time
For taking His word for fiction rather then fact
For burning his children, that is the act
That brought you hell and eternal pain
To show you how foolish it is to deny his name
standing empty in the silver light
of a hostile moon hovering
over the barren plains below.
Standing over the gaping maw
Staring into that shadowed doom
Hells fire burns red within it
Or does hells condemnation deceive my eyes
The grave is only a grave
A tomb that fills me with Terror
A hole in the ground that shall receive me
Yet for this, hell tries to deceive me
My own body fills the grave below me
My own hands carved the name
The name that had belonged to me since creation
I am literacy, I am thought I am imagination
I am dead
Dead because of this world
This place is my tomb in Life
An overwhelming darkness in death
To die here is to once more take life
To live here is to wish for death
This blackened house stands in sin
Buried within a city of evil
Burned by your humanity
Blackened by your lack of control
This place is a monument to you
A prize built for your sins
To be immortalized for eternity
to crucify you for an eternity after
Let us intensify your torment
Allow this to be your grave
Sit beside us on the judgment seat
Come, and die alone.
The trumpets sound at the end of time
His glory revealed, leaving none alive
The entire race of humans lay dead
Before the army of his Majesty
None can remain unchanged
After viewing the light of His glory
None yet can claim that this is fallacy
Until they see for themselves this truth
Those who fall shall dine
In hell's flames, the feast of agony
For refusing to acknowledge his glory
For standing with the false prophets of our time
For taking His word for fiction rather then fact
For burning his children, that is the act
That brought you hell and eternal pain
To show you how foolish it is to deny his name