Before all of this came to my eyes
Something was growing
Growing up inside
Something was rotting
Something I cant hide
But they were all Fake
Selling sophisticated lies
Got a crush on something that's dead
Killing us all down
Loving us all to drown
Inside there system
Destroying all will to live
All Will to Just be Mortal!
Making you live a life free
Of Sartanic Evidence
That the Weak will always fall
And the Strong will always Prevail
Over the things that no one wants
But that the weak live off.
Peasants suffocated by the church
Telling them to be weak for ever
Strangled until their dead
So scared of being different
Trying to keep Dirty mortal thoughts of Power
From clouding there un-natural lie filled heads
Do you love your Gods of light?
Who will only love you back
If you do every thing right?
Do you love the life you Live
Being dictated to by a deity you have never met?
Do you love the Lie you live
Inside this matchstick church
That we will someday burn!
Burn Burn Burn Burn Burn!
Burn to the un-naturally pure ground
Never going to grow up to be a great Hero
Celebrated protector of the weak
Just be kept under the tow
Of another great hero
Telling you that your pathetic and meek
And that he's gona' protect you
From The Evils of the world out side.
Your just enslaved unto gods that want you
To follow them like a cheep mangy dogs
On a bit of tacky string
Your just disposable containers
Used to work the fields
And do the Jobs
That the "Good" Priests are to lazy to do
Walst you starve in your grovel made of Mud and dung
They sit inside their basilica laughing and having fun
Sipping from golden Goblets encrusted with crystals
Filled with the whine you made
And you can tell me that your happy
The way you are?
The way they want you to be . . . !
The weak will die
And the strong will inherit the earth
Do you want to be weak for an eternity?
Do you want to live this lie . . .
The End is here!


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Daedalan, in the year 270 AF.