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
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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
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
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
To that 'God of Genocide'
Of catacylsmic revenge
Who, demanding our blood,
Does satisfy himself
In human sacrifice
Labels:
Antireligious Poetry,
God,
Graven Image,
Human Sacrifice,
Poetry,
Vengeful God,
Wrathful God
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.
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
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.
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.
Labels:
Antireligious Poetry,
Cult techniques,
Elders,
Fault Finding,
Flock,
Poetry,
Sheep,
Shepherds,
Silent Lambs,
Suffering
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