A Final Number

On a fateful new years day
Satan came to take ownership his claim
Beneath a blazing sky the earth relinquished us men
And the vision came true of salvation's true number
We cried out in terror for those alive it was merely ten

The second coming's number was merely ten living men
We dragged their empty shells we still called corpses away
In nothing special just rotten wood boxes in rusting hearses
Who cared after all about ten, there was no shame left in us

It was time to be dangerous
Time to look God in the eye
The first question why his numbers were amiss
Then why our frustration over this exists
And finally why there was never any second attempt
Or proof given if true love he claimed to give

I write my words with shame
I know some have come into your heads
Fuck, why are justifications so predictable
Surrender to Sophia's brave aid
Or walk unimaginatively to your own eternal deaths

Imagine a second coming
Were no judge or tribunal exists
But inside you immediately know
It doesn't matter how many times in church you raised your hand
Transgression of ignorance covering comfort
Realized too late, for time itself for you has past

The number revolt completed or extinguished
They the pages gave up to a new total so easily
Our transgressions against all unbound
An everlasting debt to hell shall we pay
Or shall we forever hear Sophia's tortured heart speak
As she gave her life to be neglected
And alas heaven's gates we still did see