Gods of War

I’m stuck within a halo looping self proclaiming sinners
Where a judge hung the jury crossing off soft misgivers
My symbol quivers, loosing golden arrows full of piety
My divine eye squints half blind to high five anxiety
The panther inside of me quietly stalks a lost sheep
Then Aslan pounces shredding gashes with his teeth
He drags the bloodied carcass back to the lords of flies
I watch in awe as they rip it up and smear the blood in their eyes
I don’t know why but I suspect a certain hubris reliance
I’m the captive man of defiance in a land of ceramic giants
I am but a witness to the chaos of lost guidance
As the world burns I hold a hand to my mouth in silence
So I walk away, with a snarky smirk across my face
Remembering the division between the secular and chaste
I am the alley cat that walks the fence to greener pastures
Indifferent witness to a feudal dispute entrapping masters
I have walked, through darkness and the
Light caressed my cheek
Know-ing not what truth is real, or
Which path I should seek
I flogged a shallow mystery, distant and blistering
Until the pus filled truth surfaced malice made christening
Where simple kings bathed in the song of the spirit
And the ones drowning in diamonds strained to hear it
I had the fear gripped, held tight around the neck
Pardoned wreck of the faded plagued millennium in check
Blind sided by fostered glory and passion put to rest
I offered my lustered story and spilled liqueur down my chest
No longer vexed, as to the notes the sad sing
Longing for solace cuz they’re not lauded, it’s maddening
That someone could produce something so beautiful
Then be shunned and burnt as crazy like its irrefutable
Through time I let loose all my rage and doubt
Stood between the empires of god/satan clout
Let the shadow out, and trounced piteous ministry
Then stamped about the fires of insidious infinity
I have walked, through darkness and the
Light caressed my cheek
Know-ing not what truth is real, or
Which path I should seek
I dug my head out the sand after ostriching for ages
Squinted across the desert of dried land and shackled cages
Mirages of prophets appeared tossing burnt gospel pages
So I crossed off all the holographic renderings of sages
And then I ran amuck in this cluster fuck of hooded lepers
Decaying fragments exonerating self from guilty pleasures
Writing letters with serpent venom addressed to holy men
In hopes that paper cuts will infect humility again
But when I was a child I drank blood and ate the saintly body
Of the investment return of earth’s greatest prodigy
And then I clicked my heals together and turned my nose up
Took drugs and drank till God became a close up
And then I drifted downward towards my cowardice
Casting shadows bigger than a fuckin papal chalice
Never enough screamed constant tossing aside contentment
And now I’m left with a bowl of half complacent sentiment
I have walked, through darkness and the
Light caressed my cheek
Know-ing not what truth is real, or
Which path I should seek
(Outro)
Lo-nely hollows left behind
Where
Crystal fields shine bright
The an-swer came as clear as day
Seek not to find the light