There's a man standing on a book
He screams into the world
I hear his screams and turn away
Away from the madness and hate
Like the rest are turning or dying
I walk from the man
He doesn't love, this man
Just stands on his book and yells
I'm tired of waiting for coherence
I'm tired of pretending ignorance
I am who I am what I am
And not even the Reaper will change me
A man tearing off angel's wings
He almost got mine
I saw him take so many
Before I lost my mind
He doesn't pause to consider
Just screams louder with each day
I am deaf to his moronic ideas and pleas
I am the darkness that got away
He is the slayer of innocence
And he loves to kill my hope
A man tearing off angel's wings
He almost got mine
I saw him take so many
Before I lost my mind
He is the man in the closet
The monster under my bed
I fear to walk and talk and sing
Because of all he's said
The man on the book thinks he is righteous
But the man on the book will fall
A man tearing off angel's wings
He almost got mine
I saw him take so many
Before I lost my mind
Goodnight, man on the book
I'll see you in hell
You've killed so many souls
Yes, you've served Satan well
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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1 comment:
You have captured his essence and described it well. Remember though that it is the man that is evil and not the book.
Sing out joyfully.
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