Annotations Of An Autopsy Impale The Sun
A holy icon,
shining down spreading dogma.
Its rays suffocate me,
blistering
the skin of my effigy.
A blinding icon.
Burns ours eye, branding our
minds.
Its rays burn through my skin,
exposing the demon within.
Its
glowing rays burn into our eyes,
creating a divine state of control.
Flooding
our minds with holy propaganda.
Closing our eyes to a world of lies
Branded
by the holy flame,
fooled by the trinity.
The rancid flesh that cages my true
form
is slowley falling from me.
Revealing my true face, humanity will now
witness
as I Plunge this world into suffocating darkness.
Rise, as the halo
of the slave earth shatters.
Appointed leaders, lay cold and
blue.
Worshippers drag the swamps searching for a martyr.
Step into the
void, embrace my emptiness.
Everything you worshipped, now crowned in
shit.
Branded by the holy flame,
fooled by the trinity.
The rancid flesh
that cages my true form
is slowley falling from me.
Revealing my true face
for the whole world to see.
In order to free our minds,
we must impale the
sun.
The age of the church is dead.
When the sun falls, darkness will
rise.
Humanity will witnesss the dawn of a new kingdom
as we step into the
age of enslavement.
