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