Higher Power

A sky of distortion
above my brow
Where inhibitions
never die
Is this god
we've found
in the clouds
Never showing us
his fickle face
Man...his only son
to understand
his painful love
We are the children of deception
conceived
in the blood of angels
To consume the apple
of carnage
where-in lies
our dreadful past
In another life
buddha was satan
protecting his tree
from gods wrath
This isn't heaven
shall we make it
hell
No need to bleed
no need to kneel
If yahwe ever found flesh
he was most likely..
a mad painter..


wenelson2005