The Rising Son

Trials of man since the days of old On common ground treachery would unfold Lives are sold Lives are lost For the price of gold Or whatever the cost But the cost is more than you can bear, for one Because your soul will belong to the Rising Son …I am everywhere... In the earth, sea And in the air …I am everything... In your mind, dreams And your reality Vindicator of all that is despised Taking lives till his vengeance is satisfied The path of one road Will lead many to fall victim To the wrath of a ghost And no one will know Exactly who, when or why He comes for your soul Eventually, in due time When the fruit is ripe on the vine He will reap the harvest to make his wine There are many ways to be devoured It matters not if you’re brave or a coward Soon, it will be plain to see To leave this earth, you pass through “He” He who calls himself the Rising Son Vindicator of all that is despised Taking lives till his vengeance is satisfied -Boz-