HOPE

H O P E


Morning light came up on the shadows of souls

Down lonely dark roads littered with toads

That rained down from the sky, like a biblical plague

To drown out the sorrows’ and errors they’d made


And the rivers like blood, ran deep and dark

As the righteousness stood by, and the mad dogs barked

A fowl stench filled the air… it was one of pure dread

Of countless men’s fears and the infinite dead


And demons feasted on ethereal thoughts

Of the terror and deeds those evil men wrought

The wrongs of man now weighed in the balance

The fulcrum is true as an Angel’s parlance


The word of God now silent to man

As no one spoke out, now there’s no one that can

The message tis’ lost, all that’s left being hope

Pray your grip be strong, on the forth horses rope


Po