The Boatman

The boatman has come
To ferry my soul
In the cold dark earth
Where only the dead go

We cross over heretics 
Just below the water
The pagans and Athiest
Led to the slaughter

Then we pass my some tents
Mangled body's wrapped in an orgy
Saying my name 
And beckoning for me

And then a great feast right at the shore
But all were so heavy and abnormaly round
Gluttonous beasts
They ate so much they drown

Then we see rich men taking from homes
But they seem to have all
They are bent on worldly possessions 
Even with pockets so full that they have to crawl 

And then brutal violence broke out in the streets
So much hate it oozed from pores
It burn down the tents
And bloodied the shores

Then the flames spread to the city
And climbed up it walls
And even caught the horses 
That lived in the stalls

As the flames raged
The peoples anger grew too 
I have never with my own eyes
Seen people be so cruel

Then rows of paper people march in
And they burned up aswell
They were fake and not real
A fraudulent tale

Then the river turned to ice 
I saw all the deep faces
Trying to reach a breath
But pinned to there places

I said to the boatman 
I let out a yell!
Where are you taking me
He replied ( HELL )

By LukeCoomer (c)