As
the tree's of the forest,
begin
now to break.
The
walls of the city,
start
to tremble and shake!
The
warnings of the Watchman,
were
ignored in score's.
But
now those within the wall's,
can't
ignore anymore!
A
few still stand and proclaim,
this
is not the end!
It's
only a shaking,
we'll
repair...and begin again!
The
Watchman now trembles,
as
he holds to the pillared post.
And
with one last great cry,
he
calls out to the host.
Pray,
pray,
pray
all ye who will!
Call
out to The God of Heaven,
on
His Holy Hill!
Save
us, Oh God,
from
our arrogance and sin!
Save
us, Oh God,
that
we might, live again!
The
defiant now curse him,
as
they toil in dismay.
Defiant
to the end,
unwilling...
to pray!
Like
a thief in night,
the
watchman is gone.
The
crowd now stunned,
standing
alone!
A midst all the chaos,
and
the confusion.
The
crowd is now left,
to
their own disillusion...
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