Ft. Nicholas
Ft. Nicholas
I was living just outside of Fort Nicholas
one of the very strong holds of hell
they built it high on a mountain
even higher than I can tell
but I don't think it was high enough
to escape the rancid smell
of the blood that filled the valleys
from those who tripped and fell
so I climbed up on the rooftops
and this is what I yelled:
'what is worse
the golden calf on Mt Sinai
or reindeer in the sky
our children walk in a place
darker than the darkest night
some in the name of the Lord
think he delights in lies
that's what the devil is for'
now I cannot tell you why
they keep this fortress so close
in their hearts and in their minds
and I tried so hard to warn them
but everybody just walks on by
leaving me and my warning
in the dust and far behind
no one even paid attention
until the first commandment was mentioned
then they through me out
because they preferred their world of deception
I heard them laugh all over town
now I walk alone with truth in heaven
knowing that the walls of Jericho came down
and I am in no hurry
to make that final lap around
I love so many inside
so I sat down and I cried and cried
how I wish they would all just walk away
so that this false God could finally lay down and die
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2008
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