The Scroll of a Billion Souls

Let it be known to you

That the strength of your lies will crumble and settle to dust

When the apocalypse reigns over our universe

God will judge me, God will judge you

As resurrect shall we from our mud filled graves –

With dungeons in the colossal flames that rules every sun,

Or a Palace besides the streams in the yards of grapes

For not all that rise will have histories same

For they will come as divided in sums

Some with the stains of sinful lusts

Some with lives spent as life less saints

Some with the claims, of firing a hundred guns

Some with the taints, of heartless murder

While others with the traits, to heartfelt surrender

In front of the Almighty One

Who has ever bestowed his seamless love,

A love which cannot be written in metaphors

A love which cannot be shrunken in words

A love which cannot be compiled, even if we combine-

A million drums, of galactic ink

We will only reach the opposite end of his love’s brink

It has no end, as all know it

As YOU know it

There is still time to repent

Else we will regret

Whining that a fate of damnation we met

Though the door of salvation was right above our heads

And there he shall see, as we shall see

The memories we shall reminisce

Of this material film of loosened crust

A place we call our amazing world

A place which is our Mother Earth

A place in his gaze tinier than dirt

A place once colored in green and seemed lush

A place which never had any worth

A place that will crumble to dust

For when the angel of doom blows the grains

He shall crush us all with them

And take the one thing that remains

The scroll of a billion souls

In which are written the acts of old

And we shall stand, in the ground under his terrible hold

Looking at all, all unknown,

And there shall be no escape, No phone

To call for help, nor there shall be the guts to moan

When his gaze, who loves you, will ask you

What have you done?

To be just towards the only One

What have you done?

To repay the tiniest part of his love?

There is still time to repent

Else we will regret

Whining that a fate of damnation we met

Though the door of salvation was right above our heads

God bless us everyone,

And forgive us for what we’ve done

For all the sins in which we are bound to burn

With the list of murders and lusts

For breaking thy fellow’s trust

For basking in the shadows of Satan’s worshippers

For the words that have turned

Into swears and a countless curse

Inflicting Pains that cannot be reimbursed

Hurts that have churned

Ignoring God’s words

For being a creation that yearns for self love

And thus feeling hate over love

Following a thousand turns

With paths that lead to hell’s burns

For wearing on wrong gowns

And throwing away right’s crowns

We are Hell bound

With bellies boiling with wine of a thousand rounds

In a place bigger than a zillion titanic towns

O We are hell bound

Sitting on the chairs of a train going underground

Though planes lay vacant above the ground

As heaven waits with love unfound

There is still time to repent

Else we will regret

Whining that a fate of damnation we met

Though the door of salvation was right above our heads

We tremble under the howls of tectonic hounds

Flee at the coming of Tsunami’s sounds

Are torn by Storms, blades of death spinning round

Burn in the fires when Hell growls

Moan in plight when beastly plague prowls

Drown in the wrath of the Skies’ shouts

And bake in the arrows of the angered clouds

And when death comes we stand astound

Like frozen by a blizzard in a cold hearted town,

But we do not heed to the signs

And to dreaded fate we resign

While thorns of guilt makes designs

On our hearts confused and full of lies

That cry at the sight of our plight

When we are reminded of God’s might

And lower our heights of anger provoking pride

As we bow to the ground

With our souls’ eyes looking at the heavenly skies

And there start our shameless tries

To convince The One to give a peaceful night

And forgive our wrongs and accept our rights

But there will come a time

When we’ll no more find angels on our left and right

There will come a time when He will reply

Why should I?

There is still time to repent

Else we will regret

Whining that a fate of damnation we met

Though the door of salvation was right above our heads

There is still time to repent

Else we will regret

Whining that a fate of damnation we met

Though the door of salvation was right above our heads

There is still time to repent

Else we will regret

Whining that a fate of damnation we met

Though the door of salvation was right above our heads

There is still time to repent, There is still time to repent, There is still time to repent before we are wastefully spent…..

~ Rafi Mr.Green