At the Behest of Reason

Far from what is real Far from sanitys grounds Your pestilent words have gnawed upon the world Your putrefying deeds have scarred the face of the earth How can you not see? How can you not fathom? The creators that you praise; are means for domination, and solace for the weak Why can you not feel? Why are you oblivious? The creators that you praise; are means for domination, and solace for the weak " Mourn for your sins Obey or perish There is no peace Worse and more of his wrath is coming More fear Obey god, and land in hell Amen " The signs of our redemption is in bound We are the harbingers of retaliation At the behest of reason and the gospel of truth, the consolation of your prayers will be worthless How can you not see? How can you not fathom? The creators that you praise; are means for domination, and solace for the weak Why can you not feel? Why are you oblivious? The creators that you praise; are means for domination, and solace for the weak Advocates of primeval lies, your beguiling words will be futile Await the inevitable hegemony, the end of your chimerical beliefs Your altars will burn The shrines will shatter Inner sanctums buried Prophets rid through flames

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025