Servants Of The Nonexistent

Created when the ages where young
Selfhood and lust were yet still unsung.

Divested from ancestors' advice
Many were willing to pay their price.

They carved the ancient spell in the wall
Defining all that you are
Creating righteous beings so tall
Eternal moral memoir.

And as the mist of ages arose
Their minds were washed clear of the cause
That what once was innocent and pure
Would vanish except for the contour.

See the king in his palace
Who calls himself the god's firstborn son
Remaining utterly faceless
Enforcing the will of the one.

For his crypt tp eclipse the sun
The subjugates blood spilled upon.

Fatuous believers of unequal realms defused upon the earth
One in shape but not in believe envy was given birth.

And soon the earth was soaked in blood
As empires fought for their ways
Jaundice is the ill-bred's cud
And mistrust would reign in these days.

Time would come and god's would fall
The spell rebirth and reshape
Hidden behind a fortress wall
For knowledge should not escape.

I know you may have fear inside
Enslaved ones hear my call
There is no word written in a book
That's righteous to us all.

May you be prudential and decent
You are the only one to obey
Bow not to the nonexistent
For it won't help you find your way.

A new dawn will break
Mankind shall awake
A wise man once said
That god is dead
Go to where we are one.