I see that you are running from the certainty,
Will you deny the One of all sovereignty?
Life’s own chassis rejects your soul,
World’s rhythm method of preventing a fool’s control?
Skeleton wears the blood red rings,
Were these worn by Hell’s own kings?
Held in hand is your bleak fate,
In paranormal’s court to recriminate?
And here you stand before the fall,
Can you see the door to enter the squall?
Ashes rise to meet the Supreme,
Will you question His regime?
Icy stares from wicked cadaver,
Body and flesh for you to savor?
Rotting self and crumbling identity,
Horned red goat’s fallen amenity?
The holy ones plead for your own being,
Forgiven sins are perhaps guaranteeing?
Lost in the world of bleached bones,
Do you hear the unsaveds’ moans?
Dead souls decomposing and crammed,
Is it your wish to join the damned?
The blood red rings for you to wear,
To honestly say you were not aware?
If all your sins were to be waived,
Do you believe you will join the saved?
The God of all things will welcome you here,
Will you confess and be truly sincere?
He will love you forever and call you His own,
Trust Him and freely fall to the unknown?
An honest heart that is truly driven,
Will you join the rebuked or the forgiven?