Filed under: The Melodies
THE MAN WHO BARED HIS FANGS TOWARD GOD
He was the man who bared his fangs toward God
He, who gratified by flesh and blood
Blindfolded in millions wraths
Dumbfounded in the beauty of death
For every massacre he’d caused, he pleaded
To be continued as his soul was heated
“Let me succumb on this tainted soil!”
He was the man who bared his fangs toward God
He, who dressed in filth and shroud
Kept in a pack of lustful bureau
Made of a pact on fallen plateau
Knitted with the sights of fascinating lust
Coated with the lie of golden rust
“Spare me from matter, spare me from manner!”
He was the man who bared his fangs toward God
He, who filled with envy and proud
Folded by fate, fouled by wine
Lived in eternal decay of the rotten time
Nullified from the testament
Glorified by the damned who lived in remnant
“My name shall sunder this world from God!”
14/08/2010
11:50 WITA
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