Bloody Sunday Follow

i've seen

angels

open arms

and cast down nations until

nothings left

the stubborn heart

kills thoughtful minds

still they

hate when

evidence

stares them in the face

the threat is real

even when heaven is silent

there is a calm before the storm

when every man

will call

on the name of God

and he will judge this wicked world

i am not your enemy

i just see what you refuse to see

why do you

choose to live in

an enclosed room

when his light casts no shadow

for all you know

this could be your dying day

you never know when

your life will be taken away

we tend to think

that man sas all the answers

we think

we know everything

but we are wrong

this world is cursed

now its time

to sentance the dead

this is the end

times been spent

blood's been spilled

so that we can live

the time will come

when every knee shalll bow

and every tongue will confess

your time is running out

let the curtains fall

let the camera fade

this is your final call

before the fires blaze

where every wrong's made right

darkness will turn to light

there is no place to hide

its time to choose a side

to sentance the dead