Eric Cockrell - Aint Jesus Calling!

tick tock, growling thunder,
fire falling from the sky....
the ghosts of death

walk among us....
with faces we can
almost remember, almost...

nowhere to hide!
cant wipe the taste
from our lips....

we look in the mirror
at swords drawn
and bitter eyes lost

in the blindness and the fury....
self destroys self...
tick tock... this aint Jesus calling!

Eric Cockrell

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