The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. 8 (Takers of the Thirsty Well)

  “Life has its ups and downs like a whore’s draws
Cutting us in perfect pieces with un-perfect saws,
“From job, family or an intimate relationship
Just a triple taste of our woe-fated shit,

“Because we are all takers of the thirsty well
Molded be emotional flesh that creates our own personal hell,
“Attempting to gain worthiness to only one
While at the same time we are a slave to everyone,

“The faithful pray endlessly for expressions of the divine
But can the motherfucker deal with spiritual lying?
“Or is the influence to deep as we try to comprehend
Realizing that religion ain’t about shit in the motherfuckin end,

“A higher form of control created and shaped as we dwell on Earth
As our life maze prepares us for our afterlife’s worth,
“You can call it neutralization or inevitable destruction
Because it will keep pushing just like good fucking,

“Is it a pleasure to serve the erotic feelings we want to hear?
Only living for the moment, not giving a fuck about sin or fear,
“But unspeakable words are sometimes followed by unspeakable deeds
That penetrates our soul, showing us what color we truly bleed,

“The terms of our life’s existence is expected to be followed to the letter
But our slow understanding only makes the asshole feel pressure,
“Then we truly realize we have always been blinded by luck
As the strap-on of reality is giving us an everyday dry fuck.”