Judgment Of AngelsJudgment Of Angels
Yes Its true, the Good Book beams, though still unruly was it.
On us is held in high esteem a worth they truly covet
Understand, I jumped my "weapons" they've no use here on earth
Are we then higher? Stumped in Lesson? You know, we've been since birth
Redeemed are few, who truly stand, and bask to wait for Knighthood
Enweaved and hued, you take in plan, the mark like huge White Hoods
Hell will give a mark as well, a number - 666
And then the living, dead to tell will take as like their fix
Regrettably, its strange you see, how could "we" judge them so?
Dissect the fleas, estranged and free, the angels' grudge to grow?
Let them fall or maybe still, abide with us unknowing?
Yet so small, a fear that kills, inside, could it be growing?
Are we the right, to weigh the scales, in an opposing life?
Not given flight, until the sales of grace are hoisted high?
Appointed so, upon that day, The One Hundred Forty Four.
Nested, go and give to pay, the bloodshed for the score.