Curtain call

In a world of confusion Its all an illusion Of mentally abusing The masses at large It’s not surprising That humanity Is downsizing And mutating into the grotesque All at the behest Of the powers that be That desperately Want to see The pedestal Removed from thee They crave the chaos They serve To blind, agitate and unnerve And choke the logic To cause you to swerve Into the path of self-destruction It doesn’t seem to matter How much I warn That you are the target Of their scorn Many before me Have thrown up a sign The demons are here It is not benign Some say we are in the end of days With good being evil And evil being good Its all backwards And horribly misunderstood Nobody seems to believe And relishes in being deceived Or perhaps They simply don’t want to know Or watch the evil grow Before their eyes Or try to stop it’s rise Maybe this is all in the script In the book from the crypt Maybe, this is how it’s supposed to play out With a Biblical shout Full of spiritual clout A divine rout Of the one who is responsible for this epic mess Who is always taking more And giving less The former second in charge Who dared to live large Now the captain of deaths barge Navigating the sea of souls Stirring the sulfur and stoking the coals Drinking the cup bitterness Brewed from the tears of the damned Ruler of Hades Who runs amok in our lands His army infects Never rejects The lost souls he collects It is the anarchy Of these days Which he reflects It is what he enjoys the most Our delicious sins To propose a toast From a most unforgiving host Who always stands his post It is with deep fascination Of existence’s appropriation To the cerebral dedication Of committed masturbation And deep self-entitled saturation Such is the case With the greed Of the human race Never satisfied With what life provides Always wanting more Never able to fill the core Just life’s little Unfulfilled whore Such a relentless ing bore Somebody please Close the ing door We deserve nothing more