Too Late
Too Late
By: Tom Wright
Feb. 9, 1998
At mercy's throne
I sadly stood.
Trying to explain
as best I could.
Attempting to justify
all that I'd done wrong.
But, God, wasn't buying
my tired, sad song.
For the pleasures of sin,
it then seemed but a day.
I had mortgaged my soul,
it was now time to pay.
No pardon was forthcoming,
no parting glance.
Then reality set in,
I had used my last chance.
As I quickly departed
to a place I'd heard tell.
There awaiting my arrival
were my soul mates in hell..
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