"Kill a man and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone and you are a God." [Jean Rostard (1955)] Born of the best of enemies Beyond the pearly constellations Wherein heaven has no embassy And hope no surly grip on reason Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder He is sly, bejewelled with sylph Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth And rust Crawl to him fuelled by lust He's the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless. never comatose The thorn upon the single rose We share... Germination His a renegade a Capella now obeyed A shitstorm without warning The pleasuit King In Yellow on parade Son of the thunderous morning Yahweh: frankincense Satan: gold and murder He is high. inured with vice The tower-cree er on our edelweiss Career A foreign power cut of utter fear Taught curiosity, he s atrocity. banned The taste of chaos by the dram A tortured course like slaughtered lamb Best rare The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom Rehearsing all his worth for soon He's there... Extermination He is hatred. greed and war He is everything we ought abhor Were it not for the fateful truth Be sure We suffer him all the more And lo! his tyrant's eye Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky Now hear the wind Herald desolation As on that eve when angels clad In nothing but their whispered virtues Slipped into the valley Of the dirty serpentine Hes the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless, never comatose The thorn u on the single rose we share... Desperation Disdainful. he self-deprecates The mirror's jagged stare And it's painful how we subjugate The grinning face reflected in there Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder
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