Souls they gather one and all, <br />at the time the darkness fades. <br />Hands to heads between the walls, <br />sin does move away. <br />Never to be lackened less, <br />the saints are without prayers. <br />Raining souls of the unconfessed, <br />who's screams still fill the air. <br />The dead they are awakend, <br />by their spirits they do call. <br />And wale to the forsakened, <br />before the heavens fall. <br />Deeds are counted for their cheap, <br />harsh punishment to bare. <br />And with a payment left to reap, <br />such shamefulness to share. <br />Separate from the ways of one, <br />who paid the price for sin. <br />Separation not for fun, <br />has judgment does begin. <br />All are lost without a face, <br />within this space they call. <br />Wishing for another place, <br />before the heavens fall...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-heavens-fall/
