Oh from the height of burning skies
Weepers of the falling rain
Tonight the thundering clouds are loud
When is to follow whom to blame
Cats eyes are green with envy
The madness echos in their cries of shame
None may return to ask again to borrow
It is over due and time to pay
Now has come the latest hour
They run and hide only in vain
She claims the hearts of her desire
Bow down and say thy name
Behold the promise made for thee
Their souls were sold so very cheap
No more time to beg a barter
Endless weary without no rest or sleep
Now the Lords have stuck the hour
Only the righteous are called away
There under earth is a place once empty
Now filled with bodies left in graves
'Please forgive, ' is begged with ever sorry
Jesus Christ looks upon each fearful face
Only seven years before the final calling
Till the light returns and ends this pain
A willing feast awaits within each grave
Creatures devour to the bone an marrow
Each moment feeds the greed of their beast
Without not mercy for their sorrow
Gods have no pity for love of self
And now the reaping has been claimed
Only the lost have been forgotten
The debt is fully paid
(04/26/2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem