| Posted On: | 2009-01-29 12:07:10 |
Trudging through this shit clogged world
Through the drudge that weighs heavily upon my soul
While pious fucks float above on winds of scorn and mocking pity
Rage shields me from your scorn, self-righteous anger
Clouds my vision, and pierces your perfect illusion
Society's whore, you'll fall from Babel's throne
And amongst the unwanted, the diseased and unwholesome
You'll land
And I'll be waiting
Chains in Hand
To drag you through the streets, filled with homeless refuse
And beneath the gaze of uncaring gods
and their twisted priests
clothed in rainments of false piety
I'll fuck you until you can cry no more, throat worn dry and tears emptied
And as you shiver in the cold, clutching at your newfound mortality
I'll whisper
"Welcome home"
