I pour a tall glass
And take a small sip
Apocalyptic gift
Spilled from my lips
And I can’t rest
Until the deed is done
You know I’ll never run
No matter what the outcome
Fight through the pain
All my desire
To ignite the spark
Start a house fire
All you liars and cheats
Sleep on your feet
You get no relief
Neck deep in deceit
Dead in the street
Devils sew what devils reap
And your maker you will meet
When the cycle is complete
I see you smile in denial
Through your crooked teeth
But all the while
Bodies pile underneath your feet
Can we compete with all this
Vile wickedness
Sure as hell don’t know the cure
But I can tell you what the sickness is
Vicious crimes
Wraught against a neighbor
Its evident the president
Believes he is the savior
Tags: anger, apocalypse, faith, judgement, politics, revelation, war