puppets on a string

  where was your so called goddess as you cowered in the darkness,

no where to be found just as i told you it would be

 i came for you in the light of the day no where to hide,not even safe from me in the bright sun

 a walking night mare that you brouht from your sleep, planted your garden now the suffering sorrow you must reap

 the dark harvest,a bushel of screams,sold your solitude to live the waking dream

 do i hate?no thats not why i come,i come through destroying all in my way because ....i can today

 run to the house built in the fake mans name,the doors open wide for me there

 i am older than the lie that feeds on the fears of the desperate millions dying to believe

 the dirt you stand on,the very air that you breathe,i give, as your thanks go to an empty place that does not exsist

 yes where are all of your false prophets now, i see they left you on your own

 stand before me confess your sins, leave your soul on the prayer rug

  die for a fable,a childs fairytale,die in vain,as i reach for what is mine

 into my being i will suck your soul, i have eaten all the rest and now i must eat you