Nimrod faded to let the others burn out fast
May 7, 2012 8:04:29 GMT -6
anirbas and phantasm like this
Post by moseley on May 7, 2012 8:04:29 GMT -6
Oh golden calf gleaming in the sunshine, grieve a breath for Babylon
our last scapegoat died, perhaps it was a conspiracy of horses
some fool left hungry in the desert enough, will find his fill on sand
and be like a bag of a pillar of salt in the smoke of Sodom.
Gather us now, and renounce the old ways, for these gates
were left by those who were in a hurry to secure them
keys left to age in the wind amidst ten camel carcasses
after they all fit through the eye of a needle
and we should gather to the corners of this old city
and in our appointed hour, exhale our voices
and say, "enough"
Solomon lied because he didn't want anyone else to find
what he felt was his, under this unforgiving sun.
And the greatest power in the world, is to convince
the dearest reader, that in these words, forevermore
they have found the truth, for it is written just so.
So, what, ten thousand kingdoms shall rise and fall
defending whichever version attests their exclusiveness
and I shall wait by the gates dear fuckers, as all of you press and prat
for I the reticent Gentile,
am the witness of each time
the wind blows some dream anew
into this pile of dust behind me, growing even now as it will
will it end and shall they learn who want to show ignorance
in the efforts they so "wisely" teach.
our last scapegoat died, perhaps it was a conspiracy of horses
some fool left hungry in the desert enough, will find his fill on sand
and be like a bag of a pillar of salt in the smoke of Sodom.
Gather us now, and renounce the old ways, for these gates
were left by those who were in a hurry to secure them
keys left to age in the wind amidst ten camel carcasses
after they all fit through the eye of a needle
and we should gather to the corners of this old city
and in our appointed hour, exhale our voices
and say, "enough"
Solomon lied because he didn't want anyone else to find
what he felt was his, under this unforgiving sun.
And the greatest power in the world, is to convince
the dearest reader, that in these words, forevermore
they have found the truth, for it is written just so.
So, what, ten thousand kingdoms shall rise and fall
defending whichever version attests their exclusiveness
and I shall wait by the gates dear fuckers, as all of you press and prat
for I the reticent Gentile,
am the witness of each time
the wind blows some dream anew
into this pile of dust behind me, growing even now as it will
will it end and shall they learn who want to show ignorance
in the efforts they so "wisely" teach.
