THE keeper of the crypt, a guard of his living tomb;
FROM one corner to the other, alone, in his unholy room...
INSIDE a Pharohs' grave, a scaarob, the mummies sacramental bettle;
TO ride upon a camels back to reach Heaven, through the Eye of the Needle...
NOW to live in the Kingdom of GOD, is our lifes hope;
A skeptic of religion, the scolar dancing high above on a fragile tightrope...
HE gazzes upon Heaven, although his road leads straight through Hell;
THE black cat crosses his path, the clock in the tower rings its thirteenth bell...
ONES life it would seem, is filled with conjure, magical hocus pocus;
AND his mind never really transcribes it into crystal clear focus...
THEN to transend beyond ones own beliefs in a foresight of GODs' thestimonial waters;
FORE he beit baptized, in judgement, nonchalantly waiting for the oncoming slaughter...
ALL elements shall melt with a fierce, fervent heat;
THE Heavens shall pass away with a great noise, nowhere to hide, a ghastly defeat...
ONE giorno is as to GOD, one thousand of mans wanton years;
LONGSUFFERING, slackness, unconcerning ones self with his own inner fears...
WHEREFORE beloved blameless without spot;
SEEKING his own salvation is at hand, lowe and behold for he will not do without..
FALLEN from his steadfast, error of thy wicked, his soul has been sold...
o are Ye damnable hereisis, denying GOD our LORD;
IN foreseeing the written Prophecy, as a private interpretation, listening to SATINS hoard...
PERISH in corruption, his tarnished oro fills this room;
FORE he is the keeper of the crypt, a gaurd of his LIVING TOMB...
"May peace be with you"
by,
><><Drifting Spirit><><