the blade of judgment

The blade of judgment comes reaping like a scythe there is no escape, from this deadly knife. The blade is coming closer and there is no sacrifice, I guess it will be me to sit on the high. Bracing myself for the impact I dread, getting ready to sit down and rest my weary head to sit in the light I’ve borne by burdens well please forgive me, savior, I hope I’ve done my time in hell.