Fury
By: Ccep
dews_ccep@yahoo.com
Apocalypse…
fire and brimstone rising from the blasphemy upon your lips…
sin dripping at your fingertips
we slip
and dip
thinking God doesn't see us…
full of vanity thinking everyone wants to be us
we, us,
you and me
we're gonna burn in hell, you see
two tickets marked VIP
special delivery
on Satan's doorstep…
and you're like, "It's not too late; I've got time left"
have you not heard the news?
little boys and girls are being abused
cough syrup and air freshener is being misused
war in Iraq ain't gonna get the devil off of our backs
we need to pray…
like back in the day
when every child was required to recite The Pledge of Allegiance
now, they're too busy singing songs of grievance
'cause classmates were shot or committed suicide,
"Father, why'd they have to leave us?"
I'm mad, enraged
with pain encaged
thoughts in a blaze
can't see through the haze
of democracy…
this "demo" is "cra-cy"…
so, hold a spot on the plane headed for hell for me
when the rapture comes