The Godless

The Godless
by: Matthew Wayne

Gods of the godless, we destroy and we kill simply for the pleasure. We laugh, dance and celebrate death. We paint over the violence with fancy words like “No Fly Zone” or “Humanitarian aid”. There will come a day, when we will wake up alone and in the cold. Having allowed the corruption to feed from our fears and manipulate our minds, we will ultimately destroy ourselves.

One day, when the world fades away. Will you turn and run?
Could you face your demons, and confess the sins you've done?
Everyone struggles, and everyone fights within their minds a million riots
walking a fine line, a delicate balance of whats right or a regret over time.

“I thought I knew the world through your eyes,
I thought I understood what was right this time
once again I bought into all your lies.”

The beast becomes the two headed python,
Scales that bleed with the stench of death
Conquest is his nature, and you all buy his con.
“Slavery is peace, and peace is through me”
But, Hush and sleep.
Sleep gentle giant for our shackles are not bound that tight,
sleep gentle giant for they will tell you whats right.

Here we lie in a coma with a narcotic drip,
the tit in our mouth as we greedily sip
from birth to our grave, they hold our hand and tell us how to behave.

“I am lost within this forest, which hides my soul
trapped within the waves of the ocean, the tides that pull me below
There is a paradise, it hides among the clouds
A virgin sacrifice surrounded by a thousand shrouds
and when all hope seems lost, A single soul knows no cost”

We stand before the jaws of hell, and everyone is pushing to get ring side seats to their own apocalypse. Staring off into the empty abyss, a reflection into our very own soul. The depravity on a scale unthinkable, lifeless and cold with no emotion. Nightmares dancing before your eyes, images no sane person should witness.