He always wanted to be apart of big events
For fleshful reasons
He always wanted a big audience
He didn't know it would be demons
He didn't even believe demons exist
Now there all he see
His death is what the prophet did predict
In a second, his hands stretched up in plea
The prophet told him he should repent
He thought the prophet lost his mind
He didn't know, the prophet was heaven sent
He was indeed running out of time
What the prohet said he couldn't forget
But the truth is, there is no going back
He just have to get ready for the attack
And be tormented with regret
In his soul he is pondering
Asking himself,Why didn't I listen?
In his soul wondering
Why couldn't I see what was missing?
Finally knows what on earth was wrong
What bothered him
It was Jesus he wanted all long
In his soul and mind deep within
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