Within the day of dreamers, the nightmare seldom ends, for scammers and the schemers and the plot that each defends. They mask themselves in goodness and hide the seldom seen, by telling blatant falsehood about what they’ve done and where they’ve been. In delight a man looks skyward looking for return, he picks up his cross each morning setting out to learn. But in our passing madness we find that we are wrought, desperation and such sadness is all that we have brought. Released from inhibition despair becomes our friend and nightly we find justification for the golems we befriend.

As we near the Ending of what man’s Folly built, we are mired in the quagmire surviving on the silt. We strained the camel nicely and found our place within this world, dancing on the parade deck to see the flag unfurled. But have sworn to falsehood and the crimes that man commits, we wept in our imagination as we’ve worn the shoe that fits. No nuptial’s of celebration no knights so proudly hailed, the sin we’ve lusted after made certain that we failed. To the grave we’ve once been given to rise upon that day At the White Throne find condemnation hoping for the black or gray.

So charming and so damning we promise to do no harm but to those with understanding our words just raise alarm. We care for naught but treasure and the pleasure that our hearts need, to death we bid impoverished to slumber from our greed. Each hope is unfamiliar each passion so quickly known we will reap the right of fashion and the doom from seed we’ve sown. To Lord of liquid pleasure and a measure of bright salt, I’ll tell my tale of glory and how none of this is my fault.

But to God I will be kneeling confessing with my tongue, of the Christ who deserves all glory, I heard about Him when I was young. But in the spirit of confession as the curtain draws a nigh, my very first impression was that all Christian’s Lie. So I am set for home Gehanna and in that fiery lake I will rage on for eternity in the flames of my life’s wake. I wished I listened sooner to the love my Brother’s bid, but had I thought my life was done before they closed the lid. I thought I’d live forever and now I see I will, in agony and weeping I must pay the bill. Though Christ offered me freedom I spit upon the Cross now I will dream of that gift forever counting it all as loss.