Baby, Don't Cry

Saying this won’t mean a thing,

For I shan’t stop what I’m doing.

I fain doing these things

Though it breaks my heart greatly.

I have to do these, no matter what,

No matter how these deeply cut.

These are for our own sakes.

These are for your own good.

They say I have time to hold on

And enough strength to carry it,

But I know what’ll happen if I press on,

And to give up is what I need.

So, baby, don’t cry,

For the loneliness in your eyes kills me.

I know you can quit it if you try,

So, cheer up, but I’m sorry.

Flaming Nightmare

The judgment has come!

Before you is a white throne,

And in a single hand wave

Of a man sitting on it,

You’re struck down

Beneath the earth’s surface,

Beyond its unexplored ground.

As you are thrust below,

You hastily feel ignited.

You want to scream in pain

But a stone throttles your throat.

You hear intensifying voices--

Excruciating shrieking voices.

They are as if of crowd,

Which nails its men’s joints.

In every tune, it’s pain,

It’s burning, it’s hatred,

It’s remorse, it’s thirst,

It’s anguish, it’s misery.

These complete a song of agony.

You’re at the end of the journey

And you crash in flaming rocks.

And now you feel the same--

You’re now one of the impure choir.

You’re now singing that awful ballad.

Your hope is completely dried.

And in a time, you are risen.

You think you are forgiven.

You see once more the azure,

And your soul feels a desired comfort.

Your carnal body is united to you,

And you feel the sun’s warmth.

You’re flying, you’re smiling,

And for a rest, you’re crying.

But rough hands hold your legs,

And pull you down below.

And for the last time,

You look at the sun.

You kiss that comfort good bye.

You are drowned in the lake of fire,

Ungracefully dancing with those who cry.