Beasts That Perish

Say the words, speak the tongues

Sing the songs of fools

Shall the means destroy the ends?

So vain is Man (the hand that wounds and heals)

Morality of these masters is that of the slaves

Leaving the rebuke of the wise echoing into eternity

Into the abyss - after them

Lunatic fringe sings the songs of fools

About the far side of glory

Celebrating life-wasting chaos

And so become the beasts that perish

Darkness in flesh, depravity personified

Slit eyes, forked tongues and venomous words

Strike at a world they pretend to understand

Illusions of superiority and enlightenment

Pride in aberration a justification by faith

Lies! Writhing on a throne of self-conceit

Words that fit like sackcloth

Last gasp of reason as it's lungs fill with gas

Frothing, filth and agony awaits to purge

Towers of Sodoms skyline

Silhouette the blood red dawn

Sin as far as the eye can see

Cloven hooves of the flock

Clatter among the serpents

Wriggling in the dust

Hearts of darkness

Slouching to oblivion

Temptation, gratification

Let them burn

Luminous beings that can die but once

Covered by monuments (not mountains)

Refusing to live in fear (or shadows)

Revel and glory in the struggle

Learning not to flinch

Grateful for the gift that causes such fear

Cautionary tales passed generation to generation

Anticipate sepultures of the beasts that perish

Those that prey on the weak

Handwritten epitaphs by the already dead

Though the faces change, their name remains the same

Supplication

What I want

What I should have

What should not be questioned

What is more than me?

Resolution

What I know

What was once so clear

What simply was not

What should but cannot be

What price their weakness demands of the world

Purge the beasts that perish