Prepare Yourself

 
Let us stand at death's door  
To wait and be summoned within  
Listen to the cries of the terrified souls before you  
They have no poise left  
Will you weep for your judiciaries  
Will you cower, plead and soil yourself  
Like an infant awaiting the sting of corporal punishment  
Will the tears and grand spectacle reward you again  
What do you have to lose  
Dignity dies with your humanity  
Bring your crosses and your holy water  
Sprinkle it unselfishly  
Let it bless your resting place  
Until you are summoned to appear


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