It's It
Never underestimate
Never say that it's to late
Forever seems the time to wait
Now and again we clean our slates
But don't we do it just for selves
For our own benefit?
For fear from harm we delve (and find)
Our souls ' exactly when we need it
Maybe we should just wait and see
The purpose of the plan
But deep inside we wish to be
Sole victors of the grand slam
Save me! Save us! Before the rust
and moth devours us to dust
Forgive our sins and selfish lusts,
show us that you paid the cost.
For that One Truth remains still clear
that Judgment day is drawing near
and Hell it grabs, and binds, and drags
those souls staked with it's flags.
