Friday, December 2, 2011

APOCALYPSE MORNING



MEASURED TIME
OF REVELATION
WATCHING FROM
OUR LOST SALVATION
CRUSHED IN FEAR
OF DOOMSDAY COME
THINKING TILL
IT MAKES YOU NUMB

SMOKEY PILLARS
STAND THE SKY
WAILING VOICES
HEAR THEM CRY
ANGELS BURN
ON GOLDEN CROSS
YOU CANNOT GAGE
THE SENSE OF LOSS

PANICKED PEOPLE
GROPING GOD
RETURNED TO DUST
THE WAITING SOD
LOST FOREVER
IN THE PAST
THE FUTURE'S COMING
WAY TOO FAST

BLOWN INFUSION
BUSTED DREAMS
NOTHING'S REALLY
AS IT SEEMS
REVELATIONS
COME TO CALL
AND TAKE THE POWERFUL
AND SMALL

RICHES RAGGED
DESPERATION
COSTING ALL
OF EVERY NATION
BIGOT'S BALL
THE DANCE GOES ON
GONE IS EVERYTHING
UPON

NOTHING STANDING
MENDED MINCE
IT CANNOT COPE
WITH EVER SINCE
THE WRITING'S NEVER
ON THE WALL
IT'S WRITTEN ON
THE GROUND YOU CRAWL

JOHN'S DEVINE
WAS PLASMA CHURNING
DEPTHS OF HELL
AND SINNERS BURNING
WAS HIS VISION
TRULY MADNESS
OR THE PROPHECY
OF SADNESS

BELLOW ON
FROM DEADLY SORROW
RUN AWAY
AVOID TOMORROW
WHAT IT COMES WITH
DESTINATION
RIPPING TIME
THROUGH REVELATION

Bobby Jameson Apr 14 2009