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In the dead of the night…
No sign of any moon light…
Within a dream he awoke…
A different language he spoke…

To the beast with Red eyes…
Who’d peeled off his disguise…
And stood menacingly before him…
He couldn’t move, couldn’t win…

Paralysed and frozen…
This time he’d been chosen…
And was put on the spot…
Whilst all around became hot…

With flames reaching higher…
Was this to be his funeral pyre…
Was this the judgement day…
What final words should he say…

He’d got no prepared defence…
And knew nothing would make sense…
How could he begin to justify…
As the fallen angels wandered by…

Bound and chained, one by one…
Hiding their eyes from the sun…
Tears of blood on their face…
Guilty versions of the Human race…

What words could he find…
To excuse him for being unkind…
To pardon him from his crimes…
Dodge the Devil one more time…

And depart with his soul intact…
Ignoring all the damning facts…
That are laid out before him…
Full of lies and full of sin…

Anybody would find him guilty…
And with not a shred of any pity…
Condemn his broken soul…
Into Satan’s deep black hole…

Where he would never find…
Peace within his tortured mind…
Or any hope of redemption…
Much too late for an intervention…

Perhaps this was his final chance…
To understand the circumstance…
That had brought him here…
Full of remorse and full of fear…

But he failed to find the words…
And his reality got blurred…
There was nothing he could do or say…
Except close his eyes and fucking pray…

And as the verdict was delivered…
His twisted mind just shivered…
Because he would never again awake…
Condemned to Hell for his mistakes…

And in the dead of the night…
With no sign of any moon light…
He let out a blood curdling scream…
Never again to escape from this dream…

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