Originally Posted by Pakaveli
The Death of Mr. Faith
The heart-breaking vision, once lovers now on the course of collision
The mission started by prophets withering in the demonic intermission
Lords Lambs slaughtered in holy groves, Survivors donning Satan’s Clothes
Satanic attire wore by men, like Noah’s arc, the Devils dominion grows by fours
Yet the unholy 666 is worshipped, sacred texts are read, reversed and flipped
Still man naively allows himself to be slipped, in death his amour is stripped
Leaders of the commune preach unknowingly that they preach words unholy
Shockingly we follow blindly not learning that it’s the will of lies, not truth see
A vice of ours, Humans believe too fast, yet the cynic and shrewd are left alit
In death they see light, the truth of disorder revealed to man in a state of fit
Then the faithful are taken to camp and baptized in the everlasting fires of hell
Lords eyes blinded by clouds, devil brings doomsday, no savior nor angel Gabriel
We are left alone, in the harsh sense of weakened nakedness to the mind of man
What were we and why we fought, waged war and ravaged our holy land?
“Speak to me” we ask of our lord, “Carry me” we ask of the eternal almighty
Yet when he asks “Believe in me” we commit hypocrisy and turn undoubtedly
The selfish stylistic life of us slaves of material matter and sinful selfishness
Golden age is gone; we are in a rut, asking for cleanliness while rejecting holiness
I rest my case to the empty promises of today’s man, who rests on his laurels
Gains fame, he sits in debates and laughs at faith, yet in death he sees no quarrels