Clouds glaring back
in tumid silence
as the doomsday horns
crucify our earth
modern day pied piper
missionary mosquitoes,
spread their communicable disease
leading a nation of zombie slaves,
millennia old c**tures
raped into
h***geny d***ed
into the implied necessity
off salvation's
serenity
marching toward
the c**tivated oblivion of
the Christian pipe dream
inventing our own emergency brake messiahs
to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating
paving
the way for our lecherous evangelist
middleman healers
to market their
acquisitive acts of god
a populace indoctrination
of tainted purity for lucrative t**hing,
for pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities
mother mary,
filled with contradiction
birther of lies,
procreator of amoebic c**tural demise,
begat the false messiah
of the spiritual w****s
cellist in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation
our destined manifestation
sung by every cross
poised to be
burned to the ground
a timeless superstition folds
as the smoke rolls toward another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens smash their wings, watch them dies asphyxiated with stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-timmed pages.
in tumid silence
as the doomsday horns
crucify our earth
modern day pied piper
missionary mosquitoes,
spread their communicable disease
leading a nation of zombie slaves,
millennia old c**tures
raped into
h***geny d***ed
into the implied necessity
off salvation's
serenity
marching toward
the c**tivated oblivion of
the Christian pipe dream
inventing our own emergency brake messiahs
to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating
paving
the way for our lecherous evangelist
middleman healers
to market their
acquisitive acts of god
a populace indoctrination
of tainted purity for lucrative t**hing,
for pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities
mother mary,
filled with contradiction
birther of lies,
procreator of amoebic c**tural demise,
begat the false messiah
of the spiritual w****s
cellist in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation
our destined manifestation
sung by every cross
poised to be
burned to the ground
a timeless superstition folds
as the smoke rolls toward another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens smash their wings, watch them dies asphyxiated with stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-timmed pages.