Eyes of thunder dealing
Out death in looks of
Lightning bolts striking
At the heart of regrets
For those things which
Were forsaken for the
Abandonment of the soul
As bodies heaved with
Pleasures untold at the
Suffering of the children
Fools do you not see the
Time for redemption is
Upon us but yet still you
Play the games of deception
As if all is not already lost
Close your eyes less you
Die of shock at the sight
Of your own damnation
For my hour is at hand and
I shall not withhold my anger
For I am not your lord but
Merely your judge of history
And those things written
Against you be damned for
Your hatred without reason
And your willingness to let
Children suffer your greed
Be damned