Monday, May 11, 2009

A Day of Tribulation is coming

The bank president lies in a pool of blood
With a bullet in his head
Because he wouldn’t give up the combination
Over on the other side of town
A mother weeps because her baby is dead
And she only has memories left in her mind
Of watching her little child growing

The bread lines go down the street
So far that you cannot see the end
The soup kitchens turn people away
Because the kettles are empty

A mad man pushes a red button
Releasing a holocaust onto the world
He smiles at the faces of the dying
A little girl sitting on her father’s knee
Can’t stop the tears of blood she’s crying

I wake up in my sweat soaked bed
The fear of my nightmare
Still walks around in my head
As I wait for the sun to awaken
And I wonder if the morning will bring
The cold day of tribulation

A man kills his wife and his little child
Then takes his own life
Because he can’t face his dreams anymore
And reality weighs to heavy on him
As his cruel life slips away
He is glad he won’t have to face
The cold day of tribulation

The day of tribulation is coming
It’s just round the corner from you
So take all the money you can from the bank
And spend it before it is worthless
The bank president lies in a pool of blood
With a bullet in his head
Because he wouldn’t give up the combination
Over on the other side of town
A mother weeps because her baby is dead
And she only has memories left in her mind
Of watching her little child growing

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