The luxury steamer of life presses on
in icy waters of apathy.
Six billion passengers,
who don't know the way to the lifeboats,
walk about the deck
with their (distracting) drinks in hand.
The (pointless) party goes on,
breeding popular intoxication.
The buffet is (frequently) restocked
to keep the endless gorging in style.
made closer the distance.
What seemed so small on the surface,
and we thought could be avoided;
finally catches up with us,
and the hull is (finally) breached.
As compartments fill with fluid,
the weight of consequence bearing down,
we'll breakout the bibles
as the band plays on;
our prayers as empty as the cabins
and our minds as full as the rising bow.
In the clarity of panic we realize
how He had been
doubled crossed on the cross
and in this (forced) repentence
for more hours on earth,
the value of those wasted minutes
greatly appreciates in every mind.
A few words absolve
trillions of heartbeats spent in evil.
The signal's sent out
and every spirit will cry as it's
sinking in sin and the scriptures subside:
SAVE OUR SOULS...