The Last Testimony
Befallen the house of the father,
for this courage it was my light,
oh taketh my hand and lead me, through darkness and be it my sight,
forgive us for the things we do as man, is truly a terrible fright,
for let us not forget my lord, the difference between wrong and right,
as days be the dark,
and wrong be the right,
oh carry me lord through the darkest of nights,
for the blood was shed to cleanse my lies,
and spread the plague into the skies,
I know for time will come,
for the essense of hell will be the truth for some,
as will we fall from the lord so far,
and shine in hell like the burning of stars,
for you judge us the same,
I know as men we are too blame,
so send me to world in which I came,
for we are not fit to carry your name,
I do believe,
as hell has conceived,
and return this world in which we retrieved,
from you.
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2015
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