The Alpha and Omega
He'd despise with his eyes those alive in sackcloth and ashes
The weaponised clones of a myopic dwarf did not do
As they were taught. They denied themselves the water
Of life. They inherited nothing.
No morning maniac music
Shaked them awake.
Those who'd once brought hope
Now mired in hate.
Over the mountain, clouds scud
Blood on the floor
And mud on the faces.
Refugees wait for sanctuary.
Christendom has fallen.
Collapsed from within,
Deep, deep in the mire of sin.
Oh! I'm glad I never fell in love with you
Jesus. I try and try again to speak
But cannot begin to say.
Let us pray,
With ashes in our mouths,
And iron in the soul,
For this dangerous day
When a cold-hearted man with a gun in his hand
Had his way
He loved to control, did this man with no soul.
He'd died long ago, in a land made of snow,
But was soon born again, in this world without end.
He lived in that cave right next to the grave
Of his brother, his wife, his lover, I mean
He was just someone obscene.
He thought money was funny and power was forever
His nature was such, so-cold to the touch,
That he lived without friends, in his world without end.