Treachery

Treachery, misery, things brought by insanity. Places know in Abysmal Fog. Like Parricide, and infanticide. Things purchased from the blackest soul. Teeming with and saturated by a malevolence only known as ABYSS Darkness can only be fed by what was once lucidity turned to insanity. Homicide, suicide, killing for pleasure, and the grandest must be Regicide. We struck our liege down once … why not again! All it will cost is a fading soul Freedom’s laid to rest in a country gone insane Peoples hates and fears forgotten through all the pain Political powers ruling the soul of human race Grasped in the clutches of democracy Leaves the mind with a blackened space Two thousand years since Jesus Died All is lost no hope no pride Went to the lash to save us pain Amassed our fortunes for nothing but gain Went to the cross to give us existence Through blood shot eyes we give back resistance Two thousand years since Jesus died All is lost no hope no pride Shed his blood to forgive our sins Gave our money to do it again A crown of thorns he wore for us A gown of gold we hold for us The cross he carried, no warrant, no cry The coffers we fill, we never care why. So maybe it’s time for His Own kind of crime This thing we saw before …. Called Genocide