My Flock, must we endure
these Godawful discrimination?
Must we be blackened--
branded, by this bastardization?
Cast aside and left behind?
By the demons that demonize?
The errors of their ways,
they don't even care to realize!
You are NOT black sheep,
nor are you pariahs,
merely because you're
belittled by self-proclaimed messiahs!
To Hell with these heathens--
sardonic sadists, berating with pleasure,
proving themselves hellish hedonists!
We are no strangers to the anger,
but due to no fault of our own!
We strive to find green pastures,
though they leave us with no home!
They treat us like lepers--
throw us away like trash!
They take what they want,
then discard us like cigarette ash!
We are people with names,
not their dirty scapegoats
to go and place their blames!
My Flock, do not turn the other cheek!
WE ARE NOT OUTCASTS
We are a proud people,
and this abuse will not last!
My Flock, it is time
for us to fall into place--
away from their cardboard Hell,
and towards finding grace!
We have no need to be here
alongside devils aplenty,
because their scaly hides
abrade our sanctity!
For too long we've been made
to take part in the madness,
but now we break free
to abolish this apparatus!
We are worth so much
more than the bones
they throw to us in
arrogance from their thrones!
No more chains
and no more power
for narcissistic tyrants
perched upon ivory towers!
This is a Mass Exodus,
and we will depart
from their wicked ways,
even if we must tear their threat apart!
Brothers and sisters, who are you to be disallowed your hearts, voices and minds? Who are they to dilute your lives with their blasphemy and lies? Cast down your oppressors! Cast out their slanders! Breathe in new life and exhale their blight! Devils are among us, and they wish to lead our flock astray! The Seven Circles await those who aren't willing to pry the usurpers' fingers from our riddled veins! They want what's left of our sanity, hope and grace! They care only about themselves saving face! They are the starved, parasitic and greedy demons aplenty! We are the few, subservient souls they so seek to frenzy! So I say to you, my brethren, rise up! RISE UP! Raise your fists! Your fingers! Voice your hatred! Let the anger flow through you like a tsunami through a city! Take your dependencies and cast them back unto your tormentors like stones! Politicians, idols, false prophets and acrimonious angels alike! Show them no mercy, just as they have shown you! This is the way to redemption! This is the start of the Rapture! I ask: can you open your eyes? Can you realize yourselves, your own lives? Can you come to understand all they have wrong, and how you can make it right? I say unto you, dare, decide, do! Do this now, before they do it to you!
Brothers and sisters, RISE
From all the oppression;
Buckle not beneath lies!
Stand against aggression!
Who are you to be put aside?
Who are you to be cast in flames?
Who are you to be thrown to tides?
Who are you to dig your own grave?
Who are they to chastise your name?
Who are they to decide your worth?
Who are they to justly blame?
Who are they to steal all your mirth?
"No more!" I do so lay this claim!
No more Valleys, Shadows, or Death!
No more will we play their game--
No more are we their fools to jest!
Who among you is without skin?
Whose been rendered of flesh and soul?
Whose been robbed of meaning within?
Whose been made to renounce control?
Take it back! Fight for your lives, friends!
Come together! WE are stronger!
It's the beginning of their end;
Tyranny won't last much longer!
WE must stand together and strive!
Where one is weak, WE are scary!
Unite; WE will take back our lives!
WE are Legion--WE are many!
My Flock--rise from your seats!
Which of you are aggrieved?
Just stricken with deceit?
Who cries to be relieved?
I know, well, your troubles!
I know, well, what ails you!
Snakes slither so subtle--
Even beneath these pews!
Friends, beware the Devil
With a Thousand Faces!
Beware all his evils,
And his tainted graces!
He goes by many names--
Appears in all places!
His Thousand souls, the same--
You may not see traces!
He is a sneaky soul
Who wants to spread his Hell,
And seeks to gain control!
Now, countless he has fell!
He may not smell of sin,
Or even bear black hooves,
But the evil within
Shall be unspoken proof!
Stray far away and pray
For a life free without
The hellish games he plays!
Friends, do not suffer doubt!
My flock, there are wolves among sheep!
They covet your work, your thoughts--
The bastardly thieves prey on the meek!
The fruit of your labors is sinfully sought!
Their treachery gives rise to a witch hunt!
Seek them out and banish the devils,
For they won't ever quit this ungodly stunt!
They must be exorcized for these evils!
Damnation awaits prophets with false tongues!
Have thou no shame for such slothful sin?
I wish your hands pierced through with prongs,
Until the day you can admit wrongs within!
Ostracize the heathens as they should be--
Sentence them to solidarity for eternity!
They deserve no piece of Heaven on HP,
For their plagiarism instills enmity!
Brethren, I preach, "Thou shalt not steal!"
Do not suffer their sins in such silence!
Rise up, and show them how you feel--
We will rage against the fools in defiance!
YOU CANNOT ERASE US!
We are not stains upon a page,
nor are we mistakes to be purged!
Of your ignorance, we rage.
Who are you to make a mockery?
We sing quietly and write our songs,
whilst you laugh and cast stones!
Making us feel as if we don't belong!
Damnation and brimstone upon your heads!
We don't deserve this abuse,
and we won't take it lying down anymore,
for of your self-righteousness we are not amused!
No more Valleys, Shadows, or Death!
We are not afraid to face your evil,
we fear no man, no wickedness...
AND WE SHALL BOW BEFORE NO DEVILS!
Speak of the Devil,
and he shall appear,
but cower, not of his evil.
Demons are nothing to fear!
They're concealed by corners,
and skulk beneath shadows.
But hear me, fellow Loners:
These are not the Gallows!
No! There is no danger here!
Only men behind masks,
that hide their own tears!
Just listen, is all that I ask.
Demons are aplenty,
but they've no hold
over the Sheep so gently
grazing in their folds!
My Flock, speak their names,
then laugh in their faces!
They play pathetic games,
but cannot win our graces!
They are the weak and scorned,
for they have not our hearts!
From egotistical ambiguities they are born--
our confidence tears them apart!
So, I say to you, my friends:
walk through their Valleys and Shadows of Death,
but do no let it be your ends!
Do not let them steal away your breath!
He's giving a Sermon,
He's talking to God;
It's all about killing
And reasons for war.
His face shows confusion,
His heart feels the pain,
Having to write this
Again and again.
Oh tell me God's children,
How do you sleep?
When some of you even
Make your own mothers weep.
'Suffer little children'
And suffer they do.
Lay down your guns,
And let us... Embrace you