~ Happy Ending ~


Part 1: Pair-of-Dice Gained

             The storm will take us all away
             Whatever we deny
             Whatever we disguise
             After our indulgent hubris ride, the prelude…

Ogling sports as war is churning
Fiddling whilst the world is burning
Smoke a bowl of higher learning
Blindfolds bought with borrowed time
Caged careers and hoarded earnings
Crystal shrines of lethal wine

Dirty chefs will end the feast with bouncing checks and blank receipts
While temples thick with petty thieves blend promises with dead deceits
Closer to the gates of hell with each new teacher’s show-and-tell
Paralyzing phantoms feeding poison through our eyes
Tantalizing hopes revealed through Rome’s revolving lies

We set the nations ablaze, in romance then war all made fair by the dice thrown
Prophecy’s warnings ignored by the page
Buried in rose petals, lost in the haze
Slowly concealing the heart of the hateful

             After the prelude, the performance…

Empty words on endless treaties, vengeance echoes, screaming thus:
“Soon there shall be peace on Earth when nothing’s left but dust on dust!”

Destitution trailed by the failed revolution
Sworn to reach us, here to stay
Retribution furnished by the murdered Constitution
Torn to pieces, thrown away…
“Just some random jots of information getting in our goddamn way!”

Now reigns Musterion, mother of harlots and abominations of the Earth
Gifts for the peasantry, faith-slaying cinema, commerce and mirth...

Babylon's masterpiece, slavemason’s artistry, weaved they the dark city on seven hills
There the priests gathered to ravish the nuns in bordellos of bloodthirsty lusts unrefused
End of communion through layered delusions from hidden dimensions with vicious intentions
Games of confusion and fatal transfusions, traded then weighed in the final solution…

“…to rid this world, my precious world, once and for all
Of these insidious God-fearing apemen, who hypnotize,
Who continuously seduce our souls with filthy languor, the few, the wise
For if I can crush a mosquito in the palm of my hand, tonight,
Without the slightest regret for the merciful end it has been given,
Shall I not have also this inalienable right
To exterminate billions of an inferior religion
These bloodsucking, Bible-clucking minions
Which multiply like vermin!”

             After the performance, the deluge…

In the shadows learn to pray
In the trains along the way
Going there and going back
Shattered bones in shackles stay
Loaded guns and patriots in heaps along the railroad tracks
Smothered seeds of disallegiance
Relics of the last alliance

Enter now the gates of hell with chain-link walls and acid wells
As eagles soar in cloudless violet skies above the razor wire
Smoke and lead salvation pours in torrents out of Hades’ towers
Gods of law and order stopping vain escapes in brutal seconds
Millions fall with mortal wounds as blood rains down on concrete flowers
Merciless machine guns bidding, “Paint the ground, the artist beckons”

“Man’s the hunter, man’s the game
Spare the mad ones, kill the sane
Still the conscience, free the mind!”
Cross your fingers, hope to die

Former friends will swing the scythe
Loyal to the lord of flies
Zombie reapers cloned to rise
Longing for the end of life

Carted to the crematories
Told your final bedtime stories
Breathing poison through your eyes
See your offspring fall and die
Butchered hearts and body parts are pages of an endless book
Burned to ashes, blown away
Lift your hands to heaven now with nowhere else to look
Turned to pass us, come what may
Eyes of peace made dark with rage

             After the deluge, the postlude...

“Our Father, forgive us for this prayer
How wicked is each human cell where legions dwell and breed corrupt
How frail is this wretched frame where death and pain is all we trust
And how can we still reach what isn’t there?
Like a bridge over troubled waters
We have burned you down
Goodbye”

             After the postlude the end of all hope
             After the end, the beginning once known...


Part 2: Pair-of-Dice Lost

             The Lord will raise us from the grave
             Whatever they denied
             Whatever they disguised
             After total human genocide, the prelude...