near the gateway to mojave i saw a place both beautiful and blistering and cruel and cold the same the sun was like a lion bearing down upon its prey death valley stained in crimson for the moon to wash away and i envisioned rows of gallows for the world to look upon one step too bringing order to a planet tempting chaos can you feel it coming down the righteous wrath of god revealed from out of heaven for the innocent blood crying from the ground while the wicked seem to prosper and glory in these days as if their ways were hidden as if they had escaped we have lost our sense of justice smearing lines of right and wrong despising any standards we blindly stumble on bleeding hearts may scream compassion what of those that cannot cry a life is worth a life justice merciful and blind innocent blood is crying from the ground it s coming down