Monday, December 15, 2008

the Final Trial

The Final Trial

Betrothed to Satan’s daughter

Whose maiden name is lust

Mankind awaits its slaughter

Its beauty turned to dust


Slaves to sinful pleasure

And servants of deceit

Man’s self control will measure

The judgment that he meet


Pride consumes the hearts

That used to be so true

Tearing friends apart

All that’s left is you


The end is coming quickly

It’s ever drawing near

So stand and don’t you waver

For courage lacks all fear


You know that you must stand

And face it to the end

For then you’ll see Him say

“Well done my faithful friend”


This is the final test
There is no 2nd go

If Hades you can best

Then heaven you will know


Standing at hell gates

This way you’ve never felt

Drained of all emotion

You watch your baby melt


Devastation hits you

Your lover’s in the fire

He cannot feel your warmth

Because the heat cannot go higher


You turn from him and see

Your brother, he is screaming

His flesh is falling from his bones

And for him there’s no redeeming


You scream unto the heavens

“Oh God why have you done this?”

His voice it shakes the floor

“Who betrayed me with kiss?”


“My son, don’t feel guilt

Just please don’t fall down

‘Cause this time there’s winners

Who will bear my crown

Don’t falter my son

Don’t die by the flame

This time I can’t save you

You’ll take your own blame

This time you must choose

Once and for all

Sin you must lose
Or succumb to the fall”


You stand up and scream

At all those around you

“Betrayers, deceivers

May you all burn through

He bent over back wards

Gave you every breathe

But you spit in his face

And now hell brings you death

He forgave all your sins

He helped you with hurt

But you only ignored him

And now here you burn

He loved you so much

He offered you freedom

But in return for his kindness

You ruthlessly beat him”


You turn from their cries

You’ve no more to say

But the king you despise

He stands in your way


His smile is rotting

And you draw your sword

Deflecting your blow

He calls on the horde


Surrounding you now

They thrash and they bite

Bloody and sore

You stand up and fight


Demons they fall

By the hand of your blade

The bodies they pile

And victor is made


You grab hold his scepter

And snap it in two

Then open the gate

And venture on through


There stands your father

He’s smiling proud

And as you embrace him

New peace you have found

1 comment:

davidlramsey said...

if ever there was a place to use the adjective 'intense' this would be it. Intense.