Requiem aeternem deo

We break down the pillars
and crumble the alters
that once held our glory so high
out of reach
the marching of progress
and faltering silence
as night closes in but we pierce it with speech
speak
"God is dead and we are the ones who killed him"
so lay your head on these collapsing buildings
there's not much left here, only omnipotence decomposing
in this tomb we call a church.

We are the forsaken, guilt ridden
horses to the stream
No redemption awaits
fill up your blackened lungs and scream
speak
"God is dead and we are the ones who killed him"
so drown your books, that they may benefit your children
there's not much left here, only figureheads
and shit
in this mausoleum
and its pulpit.