Death Comes Calling

Where will you be when the shadows descend?
Will you beg for forgiveness
Or quake with wait for it to begin?
Will it be so appalling?
At the stroke of the clock
When Death comes calling?

Live your life with power and spit in distain
At others in the gutters in lives full of pain.
Drunk on the wine of success and divine
Full of life, sucked from the worms
How could you live with your crimes?

Human life full of filth and such a waste
I'd like to take them all and grind them to paste.
Revel in the screams of so called innocent
Once there was a chance to rise
Above the greed and broken laments.

I watch as a man down in a dirty grave,
Just another lost soul among the rainy day.
Before me is road made of bloody money
Driven by the foolish wealthy
Who sneer and spit on me.

Where will you be when the shadows descend?
Will you beg for forgiveness
Or quake with wait for it to begin?
Will it be so appalling?
At the stroke of the clock
When Death comes calling?

I can see the creatures with empty features
Made of government and evil preachers,
A pack of hunters on the prowl,
Smelling blood in the water,
To only feed on us, the cows.

The ranks of godly and shouted elite
Always seeking for the pain filled meat,
Why must you feed on the broken
When money flows like wine,
All we ask is one small token.

Where will you be when the shadows descend?
Will you beg for forgiveness
Or quake with wait for it to begin?
Will it be so appalling?
At the stroke of the clock
When Death comes calling?