Near the gateway to Mojave

I saw a place

Both beautiful and blistering

And cruel and cold the same

The sun was like a lion

Bearing down upon it's pray

Death valley stained in crimson

For the moon to wash away

And I envisioned rows of gallows

For the world to look upon

One step to bringing order

To a planet tempting chaos



Can you feel it coming down

The righteous wrath of God

Revealed from out of heaven

For the innocent blood

Crying from the ground



While the wicked seem to prosper

And glory in these days

As if their ways were hidden

As if they had escaped

We have lost our sense of justice

Smearing lines of right and wrong

Despising any standards

We blindly stumble on

Bleeding hearts may scream compassion

What of those that cannot cry

A life is worth a life

Justice...merciful and blind



Innocent blood

Is crying from the ground



It's coming down