I think its time, and its mine.
To ask a question, to those who think of being divine.
Following a fallen messiah, into propaganda.
Slithering slander sinking in.
Up to the surface you travel.
Seeking Heaven.
Filled with sin, and poisoned by lies.
You buy into the peace they sell.
Take another bow, praise your preacher.
Make another vow, one you will break instantly.
I want to know why.
You all get in line.
Pushing, shoving, seeking a out the snake.
Soon you'll find him, Jesus/deceiver.
In Hell you'll be tied.
In his web of lies, you'll forever reside.
Lost, with the flames that consume fools licking at your feet.
Your very own naive greed, shall be your defeat.
Denial, temptation.
Suffering, self mutilation.
Locked in a Hellish sell of the mind, forever, dedicated.
To a dead man, half demon, born of a whore.
The harlot he saved, reminded him of his mother, and fathers lore.
That one day, she would be saved.
But in the end, by death she was raped.
Left to the same fate as christ.
Deep down they knew, with their hate, they saw the light.
Hell awaits.
Upon them it did feed.
Upon you next, it shall do the same.
For your greed, it is you God shall bleed.
Mercy is a lie.
Misery is all that awaits you in the next life.
God feels nothing for fools, but hate.
Its bitter truth, condemned after youth.
The lucky die as children.
Fools push forward, just living.
In seldom times does salvation arrive.
If not, you are left to survive. |