The End Of History

god gives us only so many words in life
and we must choose how we use them wisely
said the prophet as he viewed the warnings
that flamed on the wall before the face of the king

you can place me in the pit with the lion
or turn me to a pillar of salt when i gaze
upon the cities you deem wicked enough to devastate
but my voice shall shine from the mountain
and though the tablets may be destroyed
wise words will always crush the golden idols you create

the end of history is but a moment where we reflect
the tomb before we rejoin the ocean and sail way

to view once more the promised land