Monday, January 19, 2009

There's a certain breed of filth now

That loves to provoke and say it's a joke
Loves to spout off and of consequences have no fear
They are coddlers of the Beast of Carnage
And they are bringing him forth drawing him near

They know they taunt to the deepest level
They laugh and mock and ridicule
It thrills them to no measurable end
It excites them to be the fools of cruel

But they will always blame others
For they are as innocent as lambs
Their lack of knowledge is stunning
But as to me they know not what I am

Or any of my blood brothers
We who've been baptized under fire
They know not of anything we believe in
Of what we love or our hearts desire

They only have their contempt
Their jealousy and dark shame
There will come a time come a time
When you will call out a name

And who is it you think will answer
What is it you think will appear
When you're through spitting on the sacrifice
Of brave young men and families' sacred tears

Call on me if you want but remember
I am not Jesus Christ
And as I stand above you know

That I do not forget or forgive
And I will make you pay the price

10:42 am
transcribed this time
1:25 pm