Let it be known to you
That the strength of your lies will crumble and settle to dust
When the apocalypse reigns over our universe
God will judge me, God will judge you
As resurrect shall we from our mud filled graves –
With dungeons in the colossal flames that rules every sun,
Or a Palace beside the streams in the yards of grapes
For not all that rise will have histories same
For they will come as divided in sums
Some with the stains of sinful lusts
Some with lives spent as life less saints
Some with the claims, of firing a hundred guns
Some with the taints, of heartless murder
While others with the traits, to heartfelt surrender
In front of the Almighty One
Who has ever bestowed his seamless love,
A love which cannot be written in metaphors
A love which cannot be shrunken in words
A love which cannot be compiled, even if we combine-
A million drums, of galactic ink
We will only reach the opposite end of his love’s brink
It has no end, as all know it
As YOU know it
There is still time to repent
Else we will regret
Whining that a fate of damnation we met
Though the door of salvation was right above our heads
And there he shall see, as we shall see
The memories we shall reminisce
Of this material film of loosened crust
A place we call our amazing world
A place which is our Mother Earth
A place in his gaze tinier than dirt
A place once colored in green and seemed lush
A place which never had any worth
A place that will crumble to dust
For when the angel of doom blows the grains
He shall crush us all with them
And take the one thing that remains
The scroll of a billion souls
In which are written the acts of old
And we shall stand, in the ground under his terrible hold
Looking at all, all unknown,
And there shall be no escape, No phone
To call for help, nor there shall be the guts to moan
When his gaze, who loves you, will ask you
What have you done?
To be just towards the only One
What have you done?
To repay the tiniest part of his love?
There is still time to repent
Else we will regret
Whining that a fate of damnation we met
Though the door of salvation was right above our heads
God bless us everyone,
And forgive us for what we’ve done
For all the sins in which we are bound to burn
With the list of murders and lusts
For breaking thy fellow’s trust
For basking in the shadows of Satan’s worshippers
For the words that have turned
Into swears and a countless curse
Inflicting Pains that cannot be reimbursed
Hurts that have churned
Ignoring God’s words
For being a creation that yearns for self love
And thus feeling hate over love
Following a thousand turns
With paths that lead to hell’s burns
For wearing on wrong gowns
And throwing away right’s crowns
We are Hell bound
With bellies boiling with wine of a thousand rounds
In a place bigger than a zillion titanic towns
O We are hell bound
Sitting on the chairs of a train going underground
Though planes lay vacant above the ground
As heaven waits with love unfound
There is still time to repent
Else we will regret
Whining that a fate of damnation we met
Though the door of salvation was right above our heads
We tremble under the howls of tectonic hounds
Flee at the coming of Tsunami’s sounds
Are torn by Storms, blades of death spinning round
Burn in the fires when Hell growls
Moan in plight when beastly plague prowls
Drown in the wrath of the Skies’ shouts
And bake in the arrows of the angered clouds
And when death comes we stand astound
Like frozen by a blizzard in a cold hearted town,
But we do not heed to the signs
And to dreaded fate we resign
While thorns of guilt makes designs
On our hearts confused and full of lies
That cry at the sight of our plight
When we are reminded of God’s might
And lower our heights of anger provoking pride
As we bow to the ground
With our souls’ eyes looking at the heavenly skies
And there start our shameless tries
To convince The One to give a peaceful night
And forgive our wrongs and accept our rights
But there will come a time
When we’ll no more find angels on our left and right
There will come a time when He will reply
Why should I?
There is still time to repent
Else we will regret
Whining that a fate of damnation we met
Though the door of salvation was right above our heads
There is still time to repent
Else we will regret
Whining that a fate of damnation we met
Though the door of salvation was right above our heads
There is still time to repent
Else we will regret
Whining that a fate of damnation we met
Though the door of salvation was right above our heads
There is still time to repent, There is still time to repent, There is still time to repent before we are wastefully spent…..
~ Rafi Mr.Green