The Lord is coming,
all eyes shall see,
And most shall ask,
"Who art Thee?"
Their knees shall buckle,
and down they'll go,
Upon their face,
so their sin won't show.



"My Lord, O' God!
What is my lot?"
And He shall answer
"Your lord, I am not!
Depart from me,
foul creature of sin!
Your place is Hell,
licking dust from your chin.



You sought me not,
though I gave you life.
Now make your way
to eternal strife.
Look in the mirror,
my words of Truth,
Reveal the horror
of your misspent youth.



You hardened your heart,
growing ugly inside;
Your grotesque appearance,
no longer can hide.
Join the damned,
licking wounds for your thirst!!
Wretched being,
now listen first.



I gave you a chance -
tenfold and more,
But you wouldn't listen -
just chose to ignore.
I sent you a beggar,
with his hand out for food,
But you spit in his face
and treated him rude.



So, I sent you a preacher
to share the good news,
But you slammed the door
and said, 'I refuse!'.
Then I sent you a child
to tug at your heart;
You couldn't be bothered,
so you tore him apart!!



I gave you a dream,
a nightmare of Hell;
You just rolled over,
refusing to yell.
I sent you an angel,
who said 'Friend prepare';
And then you did it -
you said 'I don't care!'



Now the end is here;
you've had your chance,
Reflect on your life -
here it is in a glance.
You see! You're guilty!!
Just yourself to blame!
But you could've avoided
the eternal flame!



No one is perfect -
least of all you;
If only you cared,
that I died for you, too."