God Complex

An old poem from a dark time in my life at age 15 don't take it literally.


Your sins are payable on death,
I feel it coming, Judgement Day.
It crawls here on four legs now picking up speed,
It has jumped into a headlong rush now our, time is short.
Our flesh burned away our naked souls revealed,
To the test of time we gave up.
God is now a symbol not a being,
Religions these days are like cars,
If you don't like it trade it in for a new one.
Bullshit, everything is bullshit, we love our bullshit,
It all depends on what bullshit it is, well I want the regular shit.
One word a voice, a voice unheard,
Stands between our life and our bullshit.
Its time to light the funeral pyre,
and put to rest our bullshit with fire.
Our sins to ashes, to blood, to dust.
All is gone along with our wild lust.
So much to say goodbye to, its ok you dont have a choice.
But you can help others along with just your voice.
Burn the bibles too, they mean nothing they are mans words,
As long as you are heard.
Its not the words that mean everything not the paper,
Soon, your earthly life will not matter, that time is later.
Drop these dead husks and walk around in the glow of the ONE.
Take my harsh words to heart, for now with you I am done.
It is time for the rain of Judgement upon the land.
The Devil's armor painted crimson with the blood of man.