Rapture

When the earthly joy reaches its peak And the pool of immorality is deep When my dear friends and family seek To sow immorality and corruption reap When my dear creator’s temper is hot And the time is near to judge the world’s lot When the trumpet finally blows To many it will be blow To see loved ones fly away In envious glory that day When the hard-hearted stares in unbelief And the irresolute weeps his last At the battle for the second relief When the evil one shares the mark fast And swears to capture Each soul left by the rapture The world will see its doom And the inanity of their immorality As they cry in the devil’s fireplace!