Life is a godless endeavour. Religion changed the face of us all, nations burnt nations, a race arose from those ashes, and they'll burn again. Born, we are one, in death we are one, but in life we are many. Today is planted the seed of mistrust. Today is planted the seed of the demon king called power. Power, a misused term, an abused term.
Where is sanity, we find it in the midst of every human heart, shallow as a pond, decaying every passing moment.Where are the foundations of spirituality? Lying beside the shattered priest and his mistress. There is no god, there is no religion, there is only chaos. Chaos theory. There is nothing left in the burnt out shell of a world that hosted a million tribes. We are the end of civilization. We are the beginning of the end. We are the final product of death's construction.Everything is an illusion of reality, even news is fabricated. Truth exists between the lines, the lines are political statements uttered from the mouths of the puppets. Puppet masters, on their thrones of gold, rake in the moolah as our life is shredded apart with no sympathy for the devil. The devil is in us all, the evil of reailty. A death here and rape there are but drops in the ocean, the race will never end, no blood is enough, no money is enough.
The end is upon us, but so strong is the human will to suck even more that we will live on till we can bleed no more.Every generation is set back a hundred years. The next great civilsation will be earth reborn. Free from the leeches that inherit battle-torn countries, free from the lepers of production, free from the mindless zillion who walk upon the land and squash their own dreams.From within we extract the power to live another day, to mourn the living, to pain the living.
There is no god, there never will be. There is no god, there never can be. Everything reeks of mistrust and greed, corruption and lust - so what? isn't this what we fight for? A gun in the hands of a 7 year old Lebanese, the bullet in the womb of a 15 year old. So what? Who cares? Another piece of lead tears skin, we've got the replacements. One dead, a million born.The arms race is raking in a fortune, America runs the ammunition into an African country, war ravages only because the provision most obtainable is a cheap fire-arm, nothing makes sense, yet it's a government. This is life, the vicious circle and there's nothing wrong or right about it.Acid burns through each false promise, but there's always a million more to follow. We exalt in the name of the lord, who is he? or she?Every stone that we step over is dripping with the blood of our enemy, man. Walking in shadows eternal, we sing our praises.Religion has screwed us all, brought one man down upon another. Any facet of religion brings with it it's thought of power.
Power is an unsatiated lust. A lust that never dies. And it kills.In a moment of truth there's a vision - a vision of the earth in it's dying hours...not a soul will walk the earth when we've sucked out her life. Emaciated millions will form the layer of bone that will make fertile earth again, maggots and worms will feast on the dead for centuries to come, vultures will scavenge the mortal remains of our high and mighty. When our end is always met with dust, why do we walk with such pride? Humility was never a friend of mankind, mankind has never been a friend of god, god has never been part of this race. The cycle will come a full circle.
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