Prelude

In the barest of landscapes riddled with tragedy
Little is he happy, wasting his time drunk off daiquiris
Manufacturing deliverance in sunken factories
Given to children in the form of glasses and they will gladly
Perform for the masses their comedy
Not knowing that Gomorrah and Sodom be their home
And the less honest sits on a throne resembling the king of Rome
A grotesque visage cast down on the arena
Looking up, all the children see is their hero not a behemoth

What rules him?
Not his God nor a king
Dangers fool him
He promises not a thing

Is it carnal punishment?
Impatient when it comes to death
So he started rushing him
As he began to touch him
He started praying for his health
But prayers fell on deaf ears
Cries not heard, he shed deaf tears

Past the point of no return?
He cannot go back
To those lessons he never learned
And retake them
To those blessings he always burned
He cannot shake them

Whats left of him?
Horrendous the welts on him
He tried to stop what crept in him
Instead he awoke what slept in him

Numerous scenes of fiends form a gallery
And imitation the highest form of flattery
Substances question his level of morality
And seep so deep in him creating calvary
It steadily bashes him resulting in battery
The ultimate charge for him is immortality
The wailing and gnashing heard is deadly
He readily accepts what has been kept secret but known
And what secretes from his soul is never shown but felt
There is extreme depth to his psyche
He prays those voices die off quietly
To obtain peace, at least, he held off the beast
That feasts on him piece by piece but there may be a crease
To achieve sanity instead he's filled with vanity
He smiles with the vilest candidly
And the wildest of his dreams seems to be in reach
As he listens to the false prophets that preach

The gate to heaven is narrow
Two cannot pass through side by side
Gone with the wind like sparrows
His pain and her peace cannot coincide
Both slaves and pleasure is pharaoh
They cannot be freed with lies or pride
Souls tied together on a railroad
Locked in each other eyes on the last ride
They were born anew once the past died
And in their life after God was their guide
He led them along different paths
She would smile and laugh as he experiences God's wrath
For him a bath of flames and the opposite of rain awaits
And it's a shame as she walks up to the pearly gates
Peter cannot call his name

Biding Armageddon how much of his soul is he selling
With a motley brigade of felons, his fate is very telling
All the elements jelling, he's started falling off the railing
On the road to purgatory with his past tailing behind
Signs ahead narrate a story full of gory that rests inside
Lawless and full of anarchy, no commandments he abide
Of course steadfast he will finish this course alive
When he arrives at that final destination
Him and salvation will no long have a relation
Stationed ahead is a train
The conductor welcomes him aboard
In this place are the unordained
The ones kept the furthest from the Lord