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