Torn Dreams

Torn Dreams

I dreamt a dream the other night

Of a world torn at its seam

The angels distant scream of fright

As they watch the horrid scene


The fires blaze, demonic gaze

Peers deep, deep underground

Beckoning Beelzebub

To raise his twisted crown


But then I dreamt that heaven’s hosts

Rode upon a rising storm

The awesome fury riding close

As it raised its wicked arm


And down it came with brutal aim

Reaping justice to its foes

Summoning a godlike wrath

In each and every blow


So when you’re lost in Satan’s path

And the flames are drawing near

Pray to your god you’ve never seen

He’ll release you from your fear


For t’was his son, the chosen one

That paid the price for all

Through his wounded, broken spirit

We’ll be risen from the fall