Two rows of men
Watched the shore of the sea.
On a day when the world's tears,
Would run free.
One row of assassins who thought they did right.
The other of innocence true sons of the light.
One holding knives in hands held high.
The other with empty hands,
Defenseless and tied.
Adorned in orange suits
With their heads held high.
Hearts in prayer with their eyes lifted up to the sky.
Condemned for Heaven's sake,
To die by the sword.
Come you 21 and enter into the joy of your Lord.
One row of slits to conceal glaring dead eyes.
The other with living eyes,
Raised to the skies.
One row stood steady
But bearers of dead.
The others knelt ready,
Welcoming Heaven's breath.
One row spilled wretched, contemptible.
The other spread God given peace and raised.
Adorned in orange suits
With their heads held high
Hearts in prayer with their eyes lifted up to the sky.
Condemned for Heaven's sake,
To die by the sword.
Come you 21 and enter into the joy of your Lord.
A Christian, who fears the other.
The row in orange watching Heaven open.
Or the row in black with minds evil and broken.
Evil and broken.
Come you 21,
And enter into the joy of your Lord.