Stare at the face of the ancients,
But don’t say God.
Shriek about how we should serve,
Before in comes the flood.
Declare all those who don’t obey,
Unclean, unwashed.
But it won’t change reality;
You’re obsessed lack of civility.
Start the fire upon the funeral pyre.
You stacked the odds and loaded the decks.
Liar, liar; I won’t join you in the mire.
Deciever, false decreer; you are a non-believer.
Welded shut the eyes of beauty.
Too many souls are turning to curiosity.
Its why the masses must go blind.
What fills you’re form is no traces of kind.
Wretched lines which spout the truth.
In the name of them you cry for proof.
But what can be seen is evidence enough.
So all these souls will need to be reduced to snuff.
Stare at the face of the ancients,
But don’t say God.
Shriek about how we should serve,
Before in comes the flood.
Declare all those who don’t obey,
Unclean, unwashed.
But it won’t change reality;
You’re obsessed lack of civility.
Start the fire upon the funeral pyre.
You stacked the odds and loaded the decks.
Liar, liar; I won’t join you in the mire.
Deceiver, false decreer; you are a non-believer.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 