The Walking Dead

You’re elected by the people but once in office, most of you change, for the worse,

From this second forward, those same ones will be eternally cursed.

Let’s see how long you can survive without your father God,

Need any consul, call on my son, Alvin Mann, he’s my lightning rod.

If you hesitate, you just might become missing,

Anyone asks, they’ll know, you’ve gone fishing.

You all had better turn, completely around,

Before I announce a particular sound.

It’ll be the worldwide ringing of the bell,

That will be the sound, that it’s time; you’re coming home, Heaven or Hell.

While you talk all day about nothing of much significance,

Most of you are, hell-bent.

You’re perverting my name, “I Am God”,

I’ll be sending my son, Alvin Mann, he’s my lightning rod.

Since you all don’t want to do anything that I say,

He’ll be rolling in (I’ll set the stage), and he’ll be coming to play.

Don’t worry, this first time, he won’t be there to do any fishing,

He will, however, help you all with what has, for a very long time been missing.

An investigation will be conducted to find,

Which is lost, and that’s your ever loving minds.

You’re running out of time, look at the clock…

Tick, Tock

Your Father

God