No the time is now
With the ***** enveloping the soft skinned sadist
Sitting solemnly silent at the end of the brown wooden bar
Sad for the serious men of the world
Killing their spirits
Day after
Day
Line breaks for the steaks they must buy
For the family that is never home
Feeding an empty house at the top of the hill
Screaming for the serious man
The tight up in the air but nailed to the Earth man
Nailed to the cross over and over and over and over again
Where power penetrates the purest of mind
Making them see things that are not truly their
A sunset on the horizon has burned through eternity
As have the oceans deep in their terror and ritual
They do not need us though we need them
The Gods laugh as we lift our pens marking our deaths through destruction
I favor the fortunate ones who holler
Bleed shoot and shiver
At these monstrosities of man
These pedestal pedestrians
Rippling robes of supposed martyrdom
Tears pour down  from smooth white clouds
Idols caked in a greying ash
From the volcano which has been stirring & waiting for its final opus
The masters are turning into slaves
Because the unseen unheard untouched' magnet
Is slowing fathering its own energy
Soon to be released
Soon to be felt
Soon to be unsheathed