And darkness came to sing a song,
Imagine how much souls we could get if you played along,
It’s 1914 the world is monochrome,
History will be made and I can scurry home,
They will sing hallelujah once it’s over.
It’s dusk in a land of blood and scorched sand,
Of bodies adored with sweat, and fear continuously hounds,
Man made tools sing aloud and a band of brothers fall ,
Buried in dirt they wish the orchestra would stop,
They will sing hallelujah once it’s over.
The man in white sings a song,
A lone audience in grief cannot applaud,
He flashes back before the song,
A happy time under-appreciated,
If he could never hear the song,
He would sing hallelujah once it’s over.
A worried heart, and a body far from whole,
An agnostic mind and a rejected soul,
Embraces the sound as he comes to lay,
One last sleep as he meets his Dei,
A million questions echoed beneath dying thoughts,
All left unanswered oh Judean God..
