Ruin (Prophet II)

Oh, you fools!

How can you rely on these false prophecies?

You've fallen victim to the wiseacre's folly

Your reign will one day wither

Just as a flower striving for light

Though it may not be my directive

Your bouquet sees naught but night

By closing your eyes to wine

And turning from prophetic sight

Or claiming to be Christ defined

You'll drown in that honey that you hold so high

Black days are upon us

The equine quartet is nearer than we perceive

I know that God will stand with me

Through every cry and every plea

Hated and persecuted for my true beliefs

By the very nations that will bow on their knees

I know, my God, you stand with me

I know you hear my every plea

It's true, I have failed him. God views me with beauty

Though a grain of sand in the fingers of perfection

This house is dark and cold, I've seen my demise

In the wake of ruin, I've watched a child lead he fight

Though I am flawed, though I am weak

Your face, forever, I will seek

You make me humble, on my knees

I will accept my destiny

I reach my arms out, God

I finally see you in my sight

And I will stand behind the father

He will lead the fight