In the End, the Faithful were rewarded, But there were just a few. In the End, most screamed with terror, As the guilty always do. In the End, there was a final vote, And we thought consensus ruled, But in the End, the voting over, We discovered we were fooled.
In the End, we ran for shelter, There was none there to be found; All the Faithful had secured it; For they were Heaven-bound. As the flames lept all around us, We begged forgiveness from our Lord In a Hell of our own makng, With riches saved we can’t afford.
For the riches we were chasing, Stole the goodness from our soul. All the gold and all the silver Melted into worthless coal, And I stood and watched with sadness Knowing I had had my chance As the flames lept all around me, Hell’s eternal damning dance. PwL 3/19/16