My tool of trade is a whisper in your ear
You shall come to know me when I spread my fear
Stomping my naked foot on a land taking bites of itself
Placing CHRIST Our Savior on an old dusty shelf
Nothing you can do or say shall detour my wicked way
Feasting on the guilty's pride, my gluttony no longer can I hide
Is it the sin of cowardess or the prejudice heart
The taste of your sin sometimes can be just a tad bit tart
My feast shall be emense, your society on the brink
Like the Titanic, I watch your World sink
To the depths of Hell, every last one of you couldn't care
To goff at brotherhood, something humanity cannot share
Trip your brother, for street cred this is funny
To catch a bee with vinegar you say, instead of honey?
You people are backwards like Lucifer was quoted, building his tower up high
Laughing at every last one of you, Hell suffering
your sins to make you cry
You were warned of my coming, and didn't give a damn
Now your fate is mine, as I open my left hand
In it I release a butterfly so gentle to the touch
What she releases in her fledgling flight
Will make humanity weep for themselves as death comes for them tonight.
The flutter of her gentle wings sends panic throughout the land
As her task is completed she looks for her father's graceful hand
Death and Despair, Famine and a Plague. You give me nothing in return, as your pleading is unclear and a bit too vague
Try not to soil my land with your tears and your pleading
We venture from this planet, every last one of you are bleeding
What a waste you people have become. Crucifying your own Savior was pretty fucking dumb
His Father GOD was heard saying as he left you all behind
Keeping you stuck in your prison, you shell never escape. This reality you shall find
© Dale A Martinez