The Lions
"You roar so softly, and you will fall."
You who struck the twins, and rejoiced as they crumbled to the ground.
You will see the ashes rise, all the world a fire for you to hold.
You will see the shadows strike, the serpents sting, the sinners sneer.
You will step back and wonder.
You will question, though the answers be far.
You will pray, but your god shall fall.
You will cry out in torment but your captors shall laugh.
You will run, but your feet are not your own.
You will wonder, for all you know is gone.
You will remember the wise, those who you so carelessly put away.
You will cry though the tears will not fall.
And then that day will come.
You will hide, but he will come.
You will run, but he will find.
You will shoot, but he will not yield.
You will watch, as he bleeds, the blood not his own.
You will curse, as he holds out his hand.
You will die,
as you see him cry.
Salvation beckons the sinner most of all.
