"Don't just sit there, don't just wait...
On the day, of his last immortal breath, I don't want to know what he was thinking.
For that same day, a new life created, one taken away.
The angels lips, softly carress his forehead, and smiled.
She whispers to him, "This is your time now. We'll not waste a minute of it."
He may only have a couple short breaths left in him.
But he was still strong enough to tell his mother and father, for the last time that he loved them.
And that they'd see eachother soon enough.
Then, with regret, and pain in his gut, his eyes they shut, his parents weeping for their lost son.
They say that God wants the most precious of children sitting on his throne next to him.
Meanwhile my opinion is that the children are there to do his dirty work.
There is no Garden, there is no Adam, nor Eve.
Its just God, the Angels, and the Children, lined up in rows.
Now he sits there with his mighty thunder-blazen whip.
And he may laugh, and cackle all he may.
But Lucifer, shall have his day, when he rises up to Heaven, and does something right.
He doesn't know, that what is making it Hell for God, is making himself pure once again.
That fallen angel, grabs hold of that child, also not knowing he had just freed him.
The child for some reason is sent back to his body, where time flew back, to his seventeenth birthday.
He smiled, and held his parents, as if he hadn't seen them in ages.
But his parents turn around and say, "Son, you've only been gone an hour."
On the day, of his last immortal breath, I don't want to know what he was thinking.
For that same day, a new life created, one taken away.
The angels lips, softly carress his forehead, and smiled.
She whispers to him, "This is your time now. We'll not waste a minute of it."
He may only have a couple short breaths left in him.
But he was still strong enough to tell his mother and father, for the last time that he loved them.
And that they'd see eachother soon enough.
Then, with regret, and pain in his gut, his eyes they shut, his parents weeping for their lost son.
They say that God wants the most precious of children sitting on his throne next to him.
Meanwhile my opinion is that the children are there to do his dirty work.
There is no Garden, there is no Adam, nor Eve.
Its just God, the Angels, and the Children, lined up in rows.
Now he sits there with his mighty thunder-blazen whip.
And he may laugh, and cackle all he may.
But Lucifer, shall have his day, when he rises up to Heaven, and does something right.
He doesn't know, that what is making it Hell for God, is making himself pure once again.
That fallen angel, grabs hold of that child, also not knowing he had just freed him.
The child for some reason is sent back to his body, where time flew back, to his seventeenth birthday.
He smiled, and held his parents, as if he hadn't seen them in ages.
But his parents turn around and say, "Son, you've only been gone an hour."
