Mazzatello

Daily i used to get high and look up at the sky and wonder

Always was a frantic fellow with a lazy eye to wander

Wonder where i would have been. abide in sin to slide and falter

Falling to the knee to seek forgiveness, right beside the alter

With a weakened hand i count the knots as i recite the psalter

As the time gets nigh, the days get shorter and the nights get longer

Pray to walk the narrow gate, that i don't sway and i don't saunter

Praises to the one, above on high, who grant the might and power

Either you will stand and fight for nothing or you hide and cower

Enemies get leveled, my projected pain inside devour

Death is at the masters hand, as meteors collide and shower

Those who spar against the christly kingdom in the final hour