Before The Heavens Fall Poem by Saint Cynosure

Souls they gather one and all,
at the time the darkness fades.
Hands to heads between the walls,
sin does move away.
Never to be lackened less,
the saints are without prayers.
Raining souls of the unconfessed,
who's screams still fill the air.
The dead they are awakend,
by their spirits they do call.
And wale to the forsakened,
before the heavens fall.
Deeds are counted for their cheap,
harsh punishment to bare.
And with a payment left to reap,
such shamefulness to share.
Separate from the ways of one,
who paid the price for sin.
Separation not for fun,
has judgment does begin.
All are lost without a face,
within this space they call.
Wishing for another place,
before the heavens fall...