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Thursday, 19 September 2013

Dance To Your Own Tune

Battalions and legions of lifeless creation
Spreading like vermin infecting this world
Swarming like roaches on a feast driven quest
Devouring the senses of weak and lame willed
Masters creations take his word to the masses
Venomous scriptures chanted by minions below
Cancerous preaching sucking life from all
All become one in the fires afterglow

And still their world ignites
Rotates and spirals through the void
dancing in the shadows of their underworld
Poisoned puppets screaming with one voice
"Control them all, defeat their will
Bring them down to the master's chamber
Make them dance to the master's rhythm
Every soul reaped gains another favour"

Marionettes dance to the hell born beat
Puppets dancing to their master's will
Changing step as his words drip like acid
Dancing blindly through lives born in hell
Forever following the path that was chosen
Forever moving to the will of the master
Never faltering in their trust in his guidance
No thought exists to escape from this chapter

And still their world ignites
Rotates and spirals through the void
dancing in the shadows of their underworld
Poisoned puppets screaming with one voice
"Control them all, defeat their will
Bring them down to the master's chamber
Make them dance to the master's rhythm
Every soul reaped gains another favour"

Angels and demons bow to their gods
Craven creations from a world of ignorance
Imposing their will on all that will follow
No rational thought in the steps of their dance
Your god is his devil, your devil his god
Though you don't know, you are one and the same
Both holier than thou in your firm belief
Whilst the world you believe in, is but a sham

© Fergus Martin

Sep 2013