Divine Sentence - The Hammer

When the hammer
Comes crashing
We'll be the anvil
For your passing
Reduced to nothing

Pile up the rocks
Inside your glass homes
Await the sentence
Your times, your morals

The need for backwards perspectives
Outdated flawed dialects
Your thwarted notion of justice
The new breed, we finally moved past this

Reformist concepts, you reap what you sow
But these daggers move on their own
The course of history, no contingency
The wait is over, bleeding causality

Judgement will be passed

Determined to suffer
The pain inflicted
By your indifference