Before The Door

when you are dieing you don't have time to wonder
where all the days have been since now
because you don't know your own memory
how was the life before the door.

i'm standing tall before the enemy
i've strangled men and clubbed their dogs
i've seen the rock that wouldn't roll
now i face the impact of the floor.

you see pictures of the people
who you once left to die alone
then the people turn to ghosting
and the ghosting is through the door.

in my thoughts i have seen you
it's sad because i understand
but now i'll never rescue you
heaven is now under my floor.

don't let the blind-men shephard you
don't be the rock that won't roll
claw, boot, and bite for your hope
the prophet is at your door.