Prayers Won't Save You Now

He holds you over the angry flames of hell

His unforgiving hands are made of stone,

His flesh is skinned off those undead, their bone

Is ground to fairy dust. He will say you fell.

Naked innocence will guard his soul.

You yell.

He’s dropped you;

now you fall

to the devils throne

Where even the good will spend forever alone.

Is this eternity one of split moral?

You awaken and realize,

he is no one.

He bubbles over with unresolved strife,

His imagined power has been outdone.

But do not be fearful, there is no ideal.

Only a man in clouds with eternal life.