angels walk in where man has never dared
the pitiless stare of an immortal killing the flesh jacket of a soul
released from the mortal coil that binds us to this survival mode scenario
refugees from our animal selves
living in make-ship camps of psychosis
bucking up little camper to make it through another day
destiny is calculated in the eyes of the prophets
sweeping visions of time moving so quickly
through mind
that the passing years looks like flowing water
lives and deaths/lives and death/lives and death
until the traveling souls have to destroy all life to leave the planet
a genocide of all they have discovered on Earth
travelors longing to go home to their God
led by a half insane killer
driven by the invocation of the wrath
of the God of Gods..
the dreams of immortality become as real
as the fuckers and suckers in a porno mag hanging limp in our other hand
lady liberty a whore for whoever can afford the best lawyers
or so declares the minister this church of one
a ragged unclear affair that attempts to tell people think for yourselves
most of your ideas of God are made up
faulty attempts to tell a tale that is beyond the scope of the ape
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