"Kill a man and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone and you are a God." [Jean Rostard (1955)]
Born of the best of enemies Beyond the pearly constellations Wherein heaven has no embassy And hope no surly grip on reason
Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder
He is sly, bejewelled with sylph Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth And rust Crawl to him fuelled by lust
He's the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless. never comatose The thorn upon the single rose We share...
Germination
His a renegade a Capella now obeyed A shitstorm without warning The pleasuit King In Yellow on parade Son of the thunderous morning
Yahweh: frankincense Satan: gold and murder
He is high. inured with vice The tower-cree er on our edelweiss Career A foreign power cut of utter fear
Taught curiosity, he s atrocity. banned The taste of chaos by the dram A tortured course like slaughtered lamb Best rare The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom Rehearsing all his worth for soon He's there...
Extermination
He is hatred. greed and war He is everything we ought abhor Were it not for the fateful truth Be sure We suffer him all the more
And lo! his tyrant's eye Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky Now hear the wind Herald desolation
As on that eve when angels clad In nothing but their whispered virtues Slipped into the valley Of the dirty serpentine
Hes the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless, never comatose The thorn u on the single rose we share...
Desperation
Disdainful. he self-deprecates The mirror's jagged stare And it's painful how we subjugate The grinning face reflected in there
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