Banished soldier

Quiver my armour in the candle-flicker
Dancing dusks sparkle the walls blank canvas
Famines my soul for battles and inspires
My heart to leave that which lessons me behind
Drugs my timeless assumption
My guess to the unanswered question
To be found in the arms of another
Or starve self-salvation, feeds of selfish intentions bother

Forks to steel, lucid rantings and psychobabble
Defiles our time as it made unholy in days of old
Draws to arms, fierce souls atop the tower of Babel
Followers misquote me and curse my tale
And furies my passion to lead away from this distraction
To pray fire over social dysfunction

Calm the imps to crawl into an age of newborness
Feeds others its perversions and sows disintegration
Save for the rigtheous few who grow weary
Willing to turn against the grain
Forge standards to grow from being militant
Only to see embossments of the crusade again
Lie us down starved, depressed and restless
Qualified in war, but forbidden to fight
When what we stand for, tells us otherwise
Stand fast still all the soldiers of light
Be punished for beliefs everyday
But find strength in wisdom fasting
And redeem more to our cause
Not either by my might, nor power

Babylon/Utopia

"Let them curse the day, who are skilful to rouse the Leviathan" - Job 3:8


An arrest apon your outlawed mannerisms
So hold fazt to where you stand
Naively inspired idealism
Which tries to create an aesthetic land
Curse you for not leaving, when truth flew out the door
And for condemning us of evil feeds
To taunt our occultic appetites
And damnation of our sick deeds

A want to uplift us all
To a smirking degree of optimism
To offer us a modern-day Jesus
Crucified to give our sins reconciliation
Is this not our Utopia?
Forged from our ways of ignorance?
Deprecates a hate-loving breed sucked onwards
Drawn in by some restless devil-currents
Prick our hearts that lead the smyte of men
The infatuation of another mans wife
The same want that causes the abortion of babies
And the abuse of our children
Outcasts, modern-day Prometheusts
We mire ourselves in sins of orgia and alcohol
Serving the likes of blooded false idols
Living to an extreme before our downfall

Why then in imminent decay
Should we bother ourselves with the likes of sanctity
When we can live in joyous delirium
Forgive to forget any ache spawned by worry
Dont tell about a God who sees man in need
Speaking of him burns apon us treason
For the lack of vision, blurry banners
But still celebrate Christmas season
Please no good news
Bringers of, the media locks in jail
Remaining dedicated to this, our peoples crux
For where past civilizations have crumbled, our society will not fail

kakos theos
kakos daimon
pneuma tou ouranou thumathere
pneuma tes ges thumethate