Blood comes down like heavy rain
A creature steps out of the innocence of man
Singing and dancing to our death rattles
Veil of virtue hides its wicked ways
As we play its’ anthem
With our roaring instruments
Burning the world as we go
Performing on stage
Or watching the show
Blood flows like a river
Where many lambs are brought to slaughter
Sacrificed for a creature
That wears a holy veil
From which it hides its’ smile
And laughs as these ignorant and blind few
Spill the blood of the innocent lambs
Brought to slaughter
Because they would not become this creature
The creature laughs, smiles, dances and sings
To the chorus of their bloodshed
And the trembling of the lamb
Who did nothing wrong
Except to be alive
Shakes the earth in terrible shudders
Inside its shell, the creature waits
Where no one can see
Listening to our deadly symphonies
As the hate rises.
On its throne
It rules the world
Tempting the heart of man
Laughing as it goes
Leading the lamb
Astray
While confused angels watch
And its’ minions amuse
It will never be sated with our blood
Not even when the world is a crimson ocean
But for the lost lamb there is hope:
A shepherd to lead it safely
On its way, its way home
Too many wayward lambs have left their shepherd
To run into the jaws of this repugnant creature
I pray their Sheppard will find them soon...
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Blood comes down like heavy rain
A creature steps out of the innocence of man
Singing and dancing to our death rattles
Veil of virtue hides its wicked ways
As we play its’ anthem
With our roaring instruments
Burning the world as we go
Performing on stage
Or watching the show
Blood flows like a river
Where many lambs are brought to slaughter
Sacrificed for a creature
That wears a holy veil
From which it hides its’ smile
And laughs as these ignorant and blind few
Spill the blood of the innocent lambs
Brought to slaughter
Because they would not become this creature
The creature laughs, smiles, dances and sings
To the chorus of their bloodshed
And the trembling of the lamb
Who did nothing wrong
Except to be alive
Shakes the earth in terrible shudders
Inside its shell, the creature waits
Where no one can see
Listening to our deadly symphonies
As the hate rises.
On its throne
It rules the world
Tempting the heart of man
Laughing as it goes
Leading the lamb
Astray
While confused angels watch
And its’ minions amuse
It will never be sated with our blood
Not even when the world is a crimson ocean
But for the lost lamb there is hope:
A shepherd to lead it safely
On its way, its way home
Too many wayward lambs have left their shepherd
To run into the jaws of this repugnant creature
I pray their Sheppard will find them soon...
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