Job For A Cowboy

The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world
Advocates lean before the demon's son
Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape
Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers
As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence
A low hum carves into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets
Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed
The earth cracks open, revealing a deep and vast chasm,
An exposed cavity of earth
Hell spills onto human world soil