Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Armageddon

Awake! Watch the tower crumble
Dashed down to the rumbling ground
Shatter what you believe
The very heavens you cleave rain down

Nullify your greatest sin
Armageddon from within

It's the only true holy war
When your soul is torn in two
Devils flee, angels quake
In the wake of something new

Nullify your greatest sin
Armageddon from within

See that violent shockwave blast
Blow the last sand castle away
Smile as the old world dies
For the rising of a new day

Only

The only free are faithless
Cause the only God is dead
The bread and wine are tasteless
Only stomachfulls of lead

The only book is rotten
Cause the only truth's gone bad
And God's only-begotten
Has become a deadbeat dad

The only way leads nowhere
If the only guides are blind
The cloth is wearing threadbare
Eaten by the moths of time

Their only hope is shattered
If our only fate is death
But all their bones lay scattered
By the only truth that's left

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Ego Disease

From the primordial sea of man
Spring the virulent I
and Mine was the plague it carried
Efficiently it multiplied
For division was its strength,
But belonging its guise
Alas, We could find no escape
And so, consumed by Mine,
We laid down to suffering
And, despairing, died

Friday, April 10, 2009

The Graven Image

Do not kiss the graven image
To that 'God of Genocide'
Of catacylsmic revenge
Who, demanding our blood,
Does satisfy himself
In human sacrifice

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Follow?

Why do we follow?
Old roads are simply dead ends.
Disbelief in full suspense.
Oh, why do we follow?

Belief is so hollow.
Too frail to depend on.
Just more stuff to defend, oh
And more shit to swallow.

Think for yourself.
Question authority.
I implore and I plea,
Let no one else

Truth has no fear.
Questions will clarify.
Not like these other guys.
No, truth has no fear.

A Godly Profession

The God Police do take in trends
Interrogating all our friends
Focusing on finding failures
Turning shepherds into jailers
Jailors to axemen swift soon turn
Axemen to angels wrathful burn

Out to Pasture

Hidden dragons pose as shepherds
Sly as foxes, fast as leopards
Flash toothy grins at one another.
The sheep smile back, all unaware
That prowling round their pasture's fringe
The shepherds seek for sheep to singe
Among our sister and our brother
And find them unprepared.

Some silent lambs have seen their tail
But frightened by such teeth they fail
And suffer alone instead.
In such dread, in silence refrain--
For those who bleet out in alarm
Do volunteer for deadly harm.
Internally their wounds are bled
And, loathing life, remain.