I plod across
A dying land
With a heavy cross
Darkness expands
Such heavy loss
In shaking hands

I flee in panic
With panting breath
Mother is manic
Father brings death
Across the planet
The insects nest

Shall I tie this noose?
Sharpen this blade?
Limber and loose
As vision fades
This self abuse
Is our crusade

Where are you lord?
Oh absent father
Your mindless horde
Is such a bother
All marching toward
Your sacred alter
They can’t afford
To trip or falter
Or Satan’s roar
Will tie their halter

These scorching flames
And leaking blisters
Have many names
Beware my sisters
Our brothers’ games  
Give chills and shivers

Our cities crumble
The sky blackens
The ground rumbles
Within our atoms
A confused jumble
Of forbidden apples

The fallen weep  
Monsoons of tears  
Through wakeful sleep
The masses cheer
As venom seeps
Into their ears

Where are you lord?
Oh absent father
Your mindless horde
Is such a bother
All marching toward
Your sacred alter
They can’t afford
To trip or falter
Or Satan’s roar
Will tie their halter