Wake to the Call

Dead. Zombiefied.

So gone you can't be recognized,

Can no longer be reconciled

In this battle of the vile

And pain

And shame.

We've become nothing,

Not waking

To the noise.

But there's a voice

Filled with power.

It's our maker,

Our creator,

Calling us to remember,

To wake from the void,

From the blackness that's employed.

He calls us to join Him

In this place He calls heaven.

He says we're forgiven

Because of the blood he has given.

He breaths into us life

So we can avoid the knife

Of eternal damnation

In a place where evil stations.

He tells us to wake up

To see what He has done.