CHILDREN of the NUCLEAR AGE (version 2)
words by David A.P.
(verse 1)
Three angels were floating in the sky,
screaming with their wings that bled fire.
When are they going to die,
which of them is their crucifier?
Demons with frozen eyes, started to cry,
as they sank into the mire.
Can they tell the truth from a lie,
what is it in them that they desire?
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
live in a land of debauchery.
They march to their tombs in rage,
to worship their warmonger deity.
(verse 2)
When they lost their control,
they didn’t mean to kill.
Although they enjoyed the thrill,
did they have mercy on their souls?
The mother earth swallowed their dead,
and she screamed in their heads.
Father time was laying on his deathbed,
and they drowned in a pool of red.
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
lived in a land of debauchery.
They marched to their tombs in rage,
to worship their warmonger deity.
copyright 6-24-1995 David A.P.
Categories:
crucifier, angel, children, dark, evil,
Form: Lyric
A country's lost crusade
Reparations stripped them bare
A nation once so proud
Engulfed with emptiness and despair
Evil's doctrine explained by "My Struggle"
Religious hatred bred belief
"The crucifier of our Lord
Is now a rapist or a thief"
As lies turn into hate
Their souls given absolution
Blame a stranger for all ills
Rationalisation for persecution
A number etched on an arm
An inked lasting identification
"A devil needs no name"
Was a mad man's vindication
A solution was made final
Vapours released by the Black skull's fist
Joy Division's melodies played on
For innocence concluding tryst
Categories:
crucifier, abuse, anger, bible, dark,
Form: Verse
If I let my imagination go does it return?
Does it really count what I imagine?
Does it make any difference if I reshape my imagination?
If I imagine to be a country girl or a city slicker,
Rich or poor, Young or old,
Build castle in the air or indulge my virile in Rio
Sail imaginary shores or remain in the shadows of obscurity
Does it really matter if the universe is spherical?
Or being a half human just for a day or swap into endless possibilities
Or imagine a departure at twenty or at fifty,
Or slide into eternal sleep or wander like a wandering wolf
Or wear John Legend’s buttery voice
Does it really matter if I can imagine all things and do nothing?
Will my imaginations resurrect the crucifier?
Categories:
crucifier, introspection, universe,
Form: I do not know?