Silenced by a two-tongued tyrant Who condemns with one flick and licks the hand of hate with the other I shall never love or find sister or brother in the valley of silk scarves wrapped around the root of creation Deliver us Shiva from the servants of dread Kali Who don the mantle of civilization but **** the faithful in the shadows Oh foul deity of negativity just once please show us who you are Because your mask of kindness is broken and the anger of your spirit seeps out like a stealthy virus Not bold and righteous like the noble villain But with a sheeps skin draped over his foul devouring maw If evil lurks and strikes in the guise of the holy Then you are greater than evil A horror beyond the bounds of acceptable wickedness.
Low...in the dead of night a savior appeared...he held the bread of vitality in one hand...and behind his back he concealed tyranny...