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The Crown of The Transgressor
I spend eternity watching cattle parade
The drivel going about wasting their days
Marionettes dangling by intestinal strings
They are still languishing in their wailing screams
The master's whip is peeling away skin
Blurring the lines between pleasure and sin
And I will embrace you into this hellbound heart
All the while, I'm slowly tearing you apart
Cleansing flames burning away corruption
Bring down the masses into submission
Give into me your first sons and daughters
And lead the herd straight into the slaughter
I will take the sacrifice and agony
And assert myself as your deity
Cleansing flames burning away corruption
Bring down the masses into submission
Under the boot of the oppressor
Is the fine dust of powdered bone
Behold the crown of the transgressor
I sit upon this crimson throne
Do you want to believe
The reason of faith
Is to light the way
For all to see?
I say to you now
To submit to fate
It's the only way
For you to burn
YOUR LEGACY
IS TO FUCKING
BURN
I exist as the root of all evil
In the guise of a silver tongued devil
Preaching my scriptures to those labored choirs
Paving the roads leading into the fires
Cleansing flames burning away corruption
Bring down the masses into submission
Under the boot of the oppressor
Is the fine dust of powdered bone
Behold the crown of the transgressor
I sit upon this crimson throne
Hold your hands in prayer
And Hail Satan
(c) 2015 Frank Green
The drivel going about wasting their days
Marionettes dangling by intestinal strings
They are still languishing in their wailing screams
The master's whip is peeling away skin
Blurring the lines between pleasure and sin
And I will embrace you into this hellbound heart
All the while, I'm slowly tearing you apart
Cleansing flames burning away corruption
Bring down the masses into submission
Give into me your first sons and daughters
And lead the herd straight into the slaughter
I will take the sacrifice and agony
And assert myself as your deity
Cleansing flames burning away corruption
Bring down the masses into submission
Under the boot of the oppressor
Is the fine dust of powdered bone
Behold the crown of the transgressor
I sit upon this crimson throne
Do you want to believe
The reason of faith
Is to light the way
For all to see?
I say to you now
To submit to fate
It's the only way
For you to burn
YOUR LEGACY
IS TO FUCKING
BURN
I exist as the root of all evil
In the guise of a silver tongued devil
Preaching my scriptures to those labored choirs
Paving the roads leading into the fires
Cleansing flames burning away corruption
Bring down the masses into submission
Under the boot of the oppressor
Is the fine dust of powdered bone
Behold the crown of the transgressor
I sit upon this crimson throne
Hold your hands in prayer
And Hail Satan
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 14th May 2015
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Anonymous
14th May 2015 9:01pm
It is poems like these that I'm grateful for the 1st Amendment.
"I exist as the root of all evil
In the guise of a silver tongued devil
Preaching my scriptures to those labored choirs
Paving the roads leading into the fires"
I find this particular piece exceptionally intriguing as it reminds me of the various religions and cultures inhibiting our world. And I must say, Sir Hades, that you captured it very well. I couldn't have penned it any better. Enjoyed. . .xoxo, Devlin.
"I exist as the root of all evil
In the guise of a silver tongued devil
Preaching my scriptures to those labored choirs
Paving the roads leading into the fires"
I find this particular piece exceptionally intriguing as it reminds me of the various religions and cultures inhibiting our world. And I must say, Sir Hades, that you captured it very well. I couldn't have penned it any better. Enjoyed. . .xoxo, Devlin.
15th May 2015 3:09am
