As chances for peace on earth continue to collapse and die.

For this world that surrounds this solitary man, has become a selfish race.

with such egocentric disregard for humanity, becoming commonplace.

Is it not any wonder that in confusion the soul this man cries?

As the rich live in splendor, and poor starving children continue to die.

Something is amiss in this world in which we live,

For raging is the greed and hapless, the spirit that gives.

It is the Kings of this world that have brought her near to her timely demise,

For they are like a lion that stalks its prey, for it is gluttony and evil they devise.

When all they do is strip the poor of all he has, and tell them that they should be grateful to have it so good.

Is it no wonder that the soul of man cries?

For death is soon to be his victory in this land of lies.

So surrender your alms to the kings of today,

And fear not that our time has been hastened,

For soon comes the day that the last trip must be made,

to a land where the price has already been paid.

Yes…

 paid in full,

full of grace,

life forever,

without disgrace.

No more tears,

No more lies,

No more evil kings

From which to hide.

Paid in full…full of grace.