It’s not about the monster,
It’s all about his shadow
And all the ways his filth will touch
Shreds and dreams and bits of roses
All the ashes he adores
In all madness dark corruption
For all time he absorbs
Like a serpent crawling nearer
And his shadow left behind
Roaming free so far and near
Knowing smiles and all the lore
About faith and god and heaven
That’s the place that he wants more
And the shadow is slowly moving
Corrupting all and every creature
Every angel, tree and apple
That once touched the heaven’s soil
Doubt is growing only stronger
God himself is wearing black
For al pity he inspires,
For all sickness he inflicts,
Isn’t he a growing monster?
Casting shadows upon sins?
None as great as his own shallow
Book, that teaches a faith so hollow
For one’s ego all must crumble?
All the stars won’t shine forever,
All the kingdoms bound to fall…
For what reason are you greater?
No creator, no redeemer
Tainted creature on each wall
The veil of lies is to be broken
The true God’s name
Not to be spoken,
Not until the fake ones broken…
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