Bastardized Ink

All hailstorms in to die for my sins

Why am I accursed and not believing

Death to damnation both forced arrest

Enforced interrogation duress fire question

Pressure point temple brainwashed disciple

Shooting at me with a holy water pistol

I am not a heathen I'll give you the reason

Ten commandments and ten counts of treason

They can pass judgements while I plead

Ignorance self defence dollars pounds and pence

Because we live inside the age feelings hard to gauge

I just open up the book and keep turning the page

While the all powerful throwback to miracle

Whips up the storms and pestilent swarms

Sacrifice to appease the deity

Whilst heavens open up just to seize the enemy

Wiped out civilisations

Desolate barren landscapes genocides, creation

But mad scientists wildly experiment

Drawing the conclusion down into the sediment

To the dark hour seed is sown

Now on there will be light via fire and brimstone

Walls fall down but emerge from the ground as if to start over

Rebuild the structure

True to life adventure

Even while your breathing lung puncture

Nothing out there to protect you

So they look into the skies the cries can be heard

The word is obscene unwashed and unclean

Wreaking havoc for the hell of it

Whilst digging deep and developing a taste for it

Bloodthirsty craves screams for mercy

Highly unlikely

Feel the almighty crash

Alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates

Keep the faith in more ways than one

Or believe me and mark my words thy will be done

Praying not for the cynical quick stepping left right

Pick up as they march upon the pinnacle

Clocking up the watch stop digital

Trying to make peace while they'd rather make base and erase the place they found

Lies written all over the face wonder why

Feeling immortality fearing they're afraid to die

Sly snakes sidewind and enter your mind

Finding temptation insecurity and frustration

Hating anger lusts after fear as half the man dies whilst shedding the tear

A clear sign that it's way past the time

To rebuild the bleeding heart that lies broken

Well I must be mistaken but I more than feel that a chance is not taking consideration for the non believer plagued by diseased why

Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain

Hand on heart keep alive in dying art, pick it up dust it down make a start and bring it round

Pray to God blaspheme one can only dream

Crucify and ask why either do or die