Nerv : Cleaning Evidence From A Godhouse Wall
Cleaning Evidence From A Godhouse Wall
sweet boy has chosen a day
to repent all his sins at the young age of 9 yet CONFESS
to the enigma, the father of his soul, son of his god,
he went heading the church, reaching the gap,
heaven is hell, for the one who's been thought,
to pledge allegiance to an unknown god so DISGRESS
abusing the child, remaining so silent while innocence
still burns, in ignorance flames, while semen is covering
the godhouse walls...
of fame, through dogma, the silent disguise
dismiss, the facts, behind your black dress
invite, the lord, to your delightful meatfeast
occult, [concealed,] inconceivable to the human mind
utter your curse, hyponym blaspheme
spurious, unfamous, yet sadly left untold
ODIOUS you've read it, well ONE coming now
No one is rock when the ruler is bent
Evidence, is torn, to their advantage,
whilst thy nerves fail to deliver enough blood
and mental stamina for you to handle your horrifications,
I must nevertheless REFUSE to accept your excuse!
torn when abused!
attend, that place, and operate your faith
needle you prick, your end is so near
dressed, in white, you're worse than your god
pray, your paradox, five times a day
rewind, your acts, and modify the facts
erect, your words, and praise the mighty swords
alone, obsessed, medomalacuphobia?
centered opinions yet dodgy ideals
hire the world to your religious appeals
sweet boy, has buried his fears
to repeat all his sins at the young age of 18 yet DISGRESS
to the well-known, the hate of his mind, curse of his words,
he went heading knowledge, drawing the gap,
hell is the boy, for the ones who still think,
that sins are their fears so CONFESS
amusing the world, rebuiding its theories,
stills are exposed, remaining so silent,
tears are disclosed, sowing their bloody lives.
