Lambsmask
lunatics and liars...werewolves and warlords all conspire...
striking the match and setting the fire
with dark desire bringing terror to the task...with synthetic souls they wear the lambsmask
predators posing as prophets puttin on the lambsmask take off like nuclear rockets
with eyes of evil that burn in their sockets
turning free birds into slaves and puttin papers in their pockets
desperation turns to doom
never slowing or stopping
puttin on the lambsmask...continuous cash clocking
predators posing as poloticians puttin on the lambsmask turning tricks like magicians
mind mathematicians...adding and subtracting paradise into perdition
with terrible traditions
turning gold into garbage and silver into stones
turning love,life and beauty into a grieving guilty grudge
bad boulders that never budge
puttin on the lambsmask...casting sick ones to the sludge
predators posing as preachers puttin on the lambsmask like toxic teachers
misusing Gods word with unholy ugliness
crossing out with curses still they claim to be blessed
undressed and under duress they plunder innocence...plucking young grapes from the vine
they rebel and they resist
puttin on the lambsmask...their time it starts to twist
lambsmasks melt as The Lord comes to the crime scene
they all scream but can't wake up from their neverending nightmare dreams
no more lies but only truth
no more dark disguise only blood on bibles and big black boots
no sick surprise only swinging sickles
Jesus the judge separates the wheat from the chaff
while lambmasks fall from the devils dirty hands
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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