Deciding Date
Deep in the shadowed night
A blanket of fire and spite
A bed of fury and hate
This evil cannot abate
Up above the raven crows
A tingling in your spine up to your toes
The moon bathed in red
Air filled with the smell of the dead
Hollow eyes, sunken corpse
In a world full of broken hopes
Can you hear the crackling fire?
For evil shall never tire
Will the world do what’s right
Will we be led into the light
Or will triumph be for hate
What will be the deciding date?