The reckoning will come as surely as the sun will rise and daylight rides again to blind the eyes of sightless men.

I wait uneasily upon the steps,repeating to myself excuses that I've made and pray that Gabriel will look,not to closely at the book he holds.
In the folding up of time where punishment to crimes are closely linked,I wonder was it all worthwhile,
the guile of man,the awkward realist with his unrealistic plans.

It never made the sense I thought it might,another one or more or sightless,lightless walking tightness,can I now begin to see,
what never made much sense to me or is it more illusions that I face,is this dream of death just one more dance to put my life in place?

I wait uneasily upon the steps,
I always did.