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Dead Men
Dead men
God's given them one time to reach.
He's split the wall, allowed a breach.
They are climbing out of death's grip.
They are running out of the cemetery, out of the crypt.
Life has iron rules, but they want to give you a reprieve.
They beg you to transcend, beg you to believe.
Listen to the dead before the fissures close
Can the present grasp what the past knows?
They've been let out by a caring fate
Will you attend before its too late?
The veil between worlds grows thin, beware,
It's a hard days night, and life isn't fair
Their desperate plea - don't ignore
They been there, made those mistakes before.
The sun is rising, they must go back
They bent the rules for you, a reality hack.
There's a glare in the air, impending strife.
Rethink your assumptions - will you choose life?
Copyright ©
Mark Springer
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