No orders would come on this gloomy day
Religious edicts cast adrift on a tongue now still
A fist once so powerful gave way to eternity
The soul of man succumbed to God’s will
A billion voices cried out to the heavens
Their blessed leader now taken by the hand of fate
Faith distorted by a million underlings
Forgetting themselves their own destiny at some future date
Though ordained by the heavens not to worship idols
Mankind marched in somber memory to their chosen one
The stench of death is disguised by misbegotten finery
A path to redemption never meant to have begun
Take heed that God favors only His true children
Edicts written in stone compare not to those human written
When death takes us home he’ll always be waiting
For in the hereafter we’re all only humble men
