Splicing The Darkness

Are we reverting back into time
When everyone was free to exercise their minds
The churches were ruling and creating BDSM
Looking upon queens of desire, and yet demanding him
 
High levels of rule used to abuse
Religion itself became no more than a tool
If you don’t agree with them, then you have to be guilty
Fucking power incarnated, dark, oozing, and pus milky
 
We heard words originally designed to entice  
Syphilis attacking skin and bones, flaking heads covered in lice
It’s not about the exodus or deciding to follow the ice
Back then family meant family and possible incest for life
 
Yes words were heard seeping from the shadows to the pulpits
The Inquisition is coming and there’s death if you don’t buy their shit
It wasn’t enough to simply kill me, torture devices were created weekly
I was always looking out for the Iron Maiden that bitch is really sneaky
 
But words were heard that the age of consent in the city is twelve
To this I guess the word is hidden behind some books atop some shelves
Long corridors of stolen knowledge hidden and tucked away
Books that maybe could advance us, but in the past we want to stay
 
Among the ruins cloaked in the shadows of our past
Sacrificing tomorrows for an eternity that could never last
There has been virgin blood poured on the alters of belief
Whores masquerading as mourners are also pimping our grief
 
Request to revert to ancient methods of execution are being considered
The bloodier, the more torturous, death going to the highest bidders  
If we kill a killer because they killed out of anger or a vice
Then have we merged with the darkness and time has been spliced  
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