The wicked and the lost.

The angels hear you scream as you dream.
Falling away from your existence, as if it was unforeseen.
Fuck your attitude and all of your greed.
You don't know what it means to live a nightmare.
Go ahead and live your life in your pretty little dreams.
You always leave behind those that are in need.
Looking into the tired eyes of those who have to eat.
Just to walk away and mock the pain that they show while you pass them on the streets.
They wonder why God has left them all behind.
The ones that still believe are waiting to see there soul's redeemed.
Gain some more greed you gluttonous pigs.
You keep on digging yourself a grave that's deeper and deeper with every heart that you break.
The lord see's you for the pretentious fool's that you are.
Forget the scars of the ones that you have wronged.
Your fate is worse than those that you labeled worthless in careless disregard.
He still has love for the children who are hurting.
Life will come together in time despite the pain you're living.
And even with heartbreak, and hell at stake.
The wicked couldn't learn to take the time to show others good grace.
All you did is stare with a fucking heartless glare.
My final message for you is to learn to care for others.
Before your life is to far gone, that even by God it can't be repaired.