The Living Dead

Take away the safety net What remains only the weak kill and call themselves men A coward hides in the mountain of who they are behind their own curse justifying wrongs Tears falling each and every single day suffering innocence weep Self inflicted forged inside darkness Mortal sin The day will arrive when you have to come out of your shell facing reality Evil deeds done dirt cheap begging soul forgiveness Blinding pure is the eyes of our Saviour Salvation enslaved by guilt poor is the heart where poison seeps Rich forgiving pride the Lords prayer I say Please God open their eyes to your peaceful presence Make them aware of your goodness morally within Open their souls to the truth such deeds hold an ugly sin Mercy on your damned soul Such actions destiny crumbles inside their castle walls bleed burning with fire Angry all their lives at everyone but themselves Articles of faith strips them bare I tip my eyes to the Lord Blessing myself in the name of our Father the Holy trinity Begging their forgiveness One third of Man blind faceless spill blood cursing peace and His Holiness in the end days