ancient voices IMPROVED

The voices are speaking out to me,
The voices of the past,
The great pharaohs to average people,
They want help,
They are pleading for vengeance,
They want to kill god,
He says no living creature shall be harmed,
Why do we die then?

The voices are speaking out to me,
George Washington to saints,
Pluto took mercy on them,
But the underworld is too crowded,
If the lord wanted to stop the world being over-crowded,
He should create a giant flood,
And make one of us His Noah.

The voices are speaking out to me,
Queen Victoria to thieves,
As clear as a crystal,
As sound as a bell,
They say stop the revolt,
For god is stopping us from falling,
Into the pitfall of a fiery hellish agonising afterlife,
The voices are speaking out to us.