Antipope: A Dying God


A Dying God
(MM 10.6.2006)

Unmake the faith infested with lies
Unleash the scorn all over the skies
Among the myriad wonders there’s no voice for my choice
Have I become a parasite for the lost paradise?

And the flock still heads the word
And for them I go by the name of Farther of lies
But was it I who sold you truth obscured
About the sin that dwells so deep within
I’m the snake with a tempting kiss

As I watch your holy cities go up in flames
From Jerusalem to Mecca you will choke in hate

A steeple against a heavy red sunset
Like a scarecrow infested with flies
A finger of God that accuses the night
In the name of unfathomable love or might

The human destiny walks in a black rain cape
Holding eager blade to cut open virtuous maids

The skies thunderous and pregnant for the next bloody rain
The new sign of holy wrath written on the clouds
Farewell happy fields where joy forever dwells
Hail horrors! Hail infernal worlds!

Now march for the God burning like autumnal leaves
Set forth the wrath like infernal peers
Don’t mind contradicting ten commands told by
The death-machine that breathes smoke from the raging pyres

How would you prefer us to die today?
Could we more adore your mercy’s parade?
A dying god in the minds of men
Asks for more blood to please the whore

The Lamb of God couldn’t die for more
The bastard son couldn’t die for all

As the calming moon paints white the shores
Lakes frozen in the midnight’s grasp
In the dark peace I wonder the resolve to spare
Those who by the doors placed your mark

Unleash the will scapegoated by grace
To make bloodlust look like heavenly delight
The spirits in bondage, release infernal scourge
To make slaves weep the tears that only angels would burst forth

And the flock still heads the word
And for them I go by the name of Farther of lies
But was it I who sold you truth obscured
About the sin that dwells so deep within
I’m the snake with a tempting hiss

We are the ravens driven out
From the needle of the night sky
We clad ourselves in the shadows
Cast by the brightest of all lights
Peace is now despaired
War then, war open or understood
Must be resolve!

(Citing J. Milton here and there)