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Author: Frail.Wings.Of.Vanity
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-20-08 - Updated: 12-20-08 - Complete - id:2610893

Let us be Heard

Satanic stubbornness, you bring crimson shame upon yourself
The night and day, you are
Or so you say, but you are far
As fire rains down from the sky,
And a trail of spiders become demise

Still, when all has befallen you
You let your lips curl grimly,
As your people limply die
You hold you son sharp to your side
As you watch locusts and nats tear by
And rivers run red, leave us for dead

Spoken words of God,
Let my people go!
Through the lips of I
And somewhere deep down you know
How this shall have to end

Your own stubbornness shall kill you
As we smeared that blood on our doors
The blood that of a lamb,
A simple sacrifice,

All your cows are dead anyways
And they laugh at you.
You! Who call yourself a pharaoh, being laughed at.
By cows, how pitiful

We tried to warn you,
We tried to stop,
And all of this tore you apart
As God sent down his wonders

Hebrew chant,
In the moonlight
As a silvery mist descends...
And though you fought with all your might
You will make no amends

All the firstborns in the land, clatter to the ground
And in the morning, dawn strokes
And cries are heard,
Yon stars speak to me..

Your son, your son,
Beneath a sheet shining light
As you let your screams run hollow
In that death turned white
So in the end we go

There is laughter, shouts of merriment
Ringing throughout the skies
Take over those hymns of death
As we all speak, and take thou breath

But you pursued,
And water broke, splattered diamonds
Stroke the air, and fire,
All of your unearthly desires
And screeches, however unseemly

Foolishness, to walk on holy ground,
In the waters you will drown
While we go onward
For this is the word of God,
And what he says, shall be done

And on and on, we relapsed
Frail reality, crumbles, and collapse
While you drift upon the shore,
Alone and broken
Misery at its best

And in the eyes of the Lord,
We know more troubles await us
But two steps forward, only one step back
In a chasm of white, there is a flicker of black

But we prevail, and we go on
Over the hills, over the yon
Because this is His word
And it shall...be done



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