Tonight I tried to keep
The date I made to go to sleep;
But as I lay upon my bed
I could not seem to rest my head.
For noise, great noise, filled the air
From which there came only inward despair.
It was as if the Universe itself was crying.
As if the Universe itself was dying.
And so to God I began to pray
For the noise of the Universe to go away.
And was unprepared for what I heard God say
As in the safety of my bed I lay.
"These are the voices of the aborted souls.
The souls with aborted lifetime goals.
Their names written before the forming of the world,
Before the cosmic worlds into being were hurled.
Their names were there carefully enscribed,
But by blood drenched hands they all have died.
And now from out the Universe they cry and wail
For revenge on the Godless perpetrators -- to no avail.
All those who murder and think it fine
Cannot imagine what future I have in mind.
I cannot now these cries assuage
For the answer is hid 'til the end of the age.
And so the murders continue each day.
Their wailing cries can't be taken away.
You are one of the masses who cannot sleep.
Soon all the Universe will hear them weep.
Mankind has made themselves as God.
On my word and my commandments they have trod.
They believe I am powerless under their design,
But the ages will reveal what sorrow they find.
I still am God, maker of all design.
Each speck of life I personally define.
And so, in time I will make it known.
Each man must reap what he has sown.
There is a master plan from which no man should stray.
It is the best plan for man, if he'd only obey.
I gave my all, my dearest Son, to cleanse the world from sin.
But pride fills their hearts. They will not let me in"
And the more I prayed, the louder the sound.
Until it filled my room all around.
I cried out, "Lord, why are you telling me?"
And I fled from my bed to make a final plea.
Lord, what is it you want from me?"
"Tell the world they had better see
The folly of their actions against all that's right
And from these actions thake immediate flight.
It is not long before I will stand no more,
And they find me on the theshold of their door.
For the blood of these souls cry out to me
Avenging the deaths for all the world to see.
Their names were written -- every one.
Mankind must realize what they have done.
Turn -- Seek my forgiveness of all this sin
Or civilization will soon be at an end."
And so I have written it in the night.
Seize this opportunity to do what is right.
Turn to God now -- before it's too late.
No time to wait -- He stands at the gate.