Pray Your Hopes Have All Been Met

Oh come the morning of desire,
Come the day of Nation’s will.
Prepare the Breakfast, stoke the fire.
The final meal before the kill.
Decor the hall, for court is in.
Alert the scribes! The Lords and all,
Today we look upon our sin,
And choose who stands and choose who falls.
For we are torn and we are cut.
Our souls cannot bear all this load.
The lives we led while eyes were shut,
Have left us on this shattered road.

Prepare the steed for coming Death,
And pray your hopes have all been met.

Written by Shane Ferguson
On The 20th April 2010