Contemplate the metaphysics
Statues of war, praise the psychotics
For drugged they be
By political stance
Fighting against their own
In a biblical trance
Until suffering declines
You may proceed
Weeding the bastards out
With an unholy creed
Caught in this drivle
They call it progress
But I have my own law
Amid the legion of darkness
Your empires crumble again
Spiraling, as this world keeps turning
And like every cycle, face the sameness
Gather around and start your sinning
All his dominion is in darkness
Come say out loud
Spew words at them
We're part of the proud
Swear allegiance, we sin
Live our life
Take as we desire
No need for their strife
Abstinence: a curse for the pious
Trample them under hoof!
Guard the temples of pleasure!
Your sweet-talk is getting you nowhere...
The father is gone
As we join the serpent under the sun
Tears turn to blood again
We sip of the wine and spit in your face
Before a rotten corpse you kneel and pray
Your sickness manifests through your disgrace
All his dominion is in darkness
Written 13-08-2006
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