Come hither to be in safe haven
Though wealth and power be beguiling
A sorrowful quest, lends a sordid test
Being styled by the covetous styling
Behest, be not seen in the shadows
A light has been made to be shining
Fortunes that mock, the demise of Galveston block
Signal the whine, of the penniless rich whining
The end of the coming is nearest
All fetters and shackles be broken
Those who made rules, made to be fools
As the words are spoke yet unspoken
There is a secret known of last breath
Heed all who will be aspiring
The chaff from the corn, is now being born
For the immoral who die, not to be dying
Come hither to be in pure heart
All the bolts that held tight have been riven
Wealth and power, wrongly used to empower
Has not been given, nor will it be forgiven |  |
