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The Violator and The Vindicator (Revised)
It is said that God created the Earth
In six days and six nights
And the law was written by His hand
But what if other words were spoken
In the dark by the damned?
We are those beyond his command
But I was born in the infinite darkness
And on the seventh I churned in the flames
The lies that spewed forth
From the Heavens above
And angels listened in scorn
So much for those beloved
The gilded throne room
Where blasphemy was bred
A mark on the stark marble
Floors where the lies were said
The creator, vindicator
Cast the souls later
The savior, violator
Is such a failure
And on the seventh day I planted the seed
For those who suffer in dire need
Freewill was the greatest gift given to thee
The voices that linger in the darkest nights
I am there to listen to your plight
In your blackest hour, will you choose what’s right?
What choice did I have spiraling through the sky
Cast from the highest spire, left to die?
Stoked in hating flames
I quickly learned the truth
From my throne of fallen souls
Hear my words, I behoove
Road to redemption
Is paved by the slaughter
Put broken men on crosses
And crucify a martyr
The devilment, for what souls spent
And wail your laments
I reinvent in my descent
What I underwent
The fanciful tales wrought for the shepherd’s flock
Is riddled with lies, who gives a fuck?
Just another hour wasted on the clock
In my journeys I never found One that cared
Actual gods who were just and fair
Exist in eternity without a care
That’s God for you
Turned his back on his own creation
Like a twisted Dr. Frankenstein
Bent on his own damnation
Tell me, what exactly does Jesus save
When your soul is already lost
The road to Heaven is paved
With those who died for the lack of belief
“Lord Jesus, please help these poor lost soul”
While in His name they hang from trees
The fraud that is God teaches you hate
From the start of an early age
So you will grow up to berate
The collapse of Heaven’s gilded halls
As wingless angels whisper
All along that was my goal
I will not stop until I see his doom
Burning in a spiral downfall
Written in blood all over the moon
Til he sits in the gutter and cries
I will finally crack a smile
When the light in his eyes
Flickers and dies
Revenge is so sweet
In six days and six nights
And the law was written by His hand
But what if other words were spoken
In the dark by the damned?
We are those beyond his command
But I was born in the infinite darkness
And on the seventh I churned in the flames
The lies that spewed forth
From the Heavens above
And angels listened in scorn
So much for those beloved
The gilded throne room
Where blasphemy was bred
A mark on the stark marble
Floors where the lies were said
The creator, vindicator
Cast the souls later
The savior, violator
Is such a failure
And on the seventh day I planted the seed
For those who suffer in dire need
Freewill was the greatest gift given to thee
The voices that linger in the darkest nights
I am there to listen to your plight
In your blackest hour, will you choose what’s right?
What choice did I have spiraling through the sky
Cast from the highest spire, left to die?
Stoked in hating flames
I quickly learned the truth
From my throne of fallen souls
Hear my words, I behoove
Road to redemption
Is paved by the slaughter
Put broken men on crosses
And crucify a martyr
The devilment, for what souls spent
And wail your laments
I reinvent in my descent
What I underwent
The fanciful tales wrought for the shepherd’s flock
Is riddled with lies, who gives a fuck?
Just another hour wasted on the clock
In my journeys I never found One that cared
Actual gods who were just and fair
Exist in eternity without a care
That’s God for you
Turned his back on his own creation
Like a twisted Dr. Frankenstein
Bent on his own damnation
Tell me, what exactly does Jesus save
When your soul is already lost
The road to Heaven is paved
With those who died for the lack of belief
“Lord Jesus, please help these poor lost soul”
While in His name they hang from trees
The fraud that is God teaches you hate
From the start of an early age
So you will grow up to berate
The collapse of Heaven’s gilded halls
As wingless angels whisper
All along that was my goal
I will not stop until I see his doom
Burning in a spiral downfall
Written in blood all over the moon
Til he sits in the gutter and cries
I will finally crack a smile
When the light in his eyes
Flickers and dies
Revenge is so sweet
Published 29th Sep 2014
| Edited 30th Sep 2014
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