The Descending Dealate

Let the rain come.

The dark and cold wastelands of Earth
Rose up from the sins of man and birth
Pollute the air with stale uniformity
Drag me out before I am buried underneath.

Underneath the worms, underneath the flies
Underneath the dirty web of lies
Generations of sycophantic marionettes
dance along to the seeds of greed and regret.

The mind stirs but the heart replies
The eye tells but the thought denies.

Call me chaos. Deception. Setup for strife
Or call me the Judas that holds the knife
Through mercys pain and mercys scorn
The descending dealate was born
Was born.

The descending dealate.

The descending dealate was born.

Hold out stone ravens. No claws. No beaks
Point out the faceless. No witness. No identity.

The descending dealate was born.

Rain down all of your Gods wrath and hell-bent fury
Let your humanitys hate be the spiteful judge and jury.

We're just following the rules
You must fall into line
Slot back into your box
Shed all of that expressive skin.

The raped and murdered young
History's blood is on our hands
Weak apathetic fools
Wheeling empty cogged life to the grave.

The descending dealate was born.

The silence is bliss.