False Prophet

The songs that scream inside your head
are voices from your sinful past.
You neither dream nor do you wake,
but all shall perish yet at last.

So can you reach beyond the moon?
Fear and anger tear you down.
The Darkside waits for you, and soon
a mesh of thorns shall be your crown.

There is no god, no one that saves,
but they shall nail you to the cross.
And while you rot within your grave,
no one shall think your death a loss.

Yet should you choose just to return,
aye, should revenge be what you strive,
you shall taste the flames and burn:
We shall bury you alive.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s