God is Dead

Up on high,
The Angels cry,
Waiting for the end to come.
god is gone,
True Light is now shining,
All the people are also crying.

It is a time of change,
A time of reason,
As the wave is about to crash down upon the shores of belief.
Most won't see it coming,
Until it's too late -
The falsehood of unfounded belief.

Way down deep,
The demons creep,
So say the populace.
But what crawls in more evil -
The "demons" of an imaginary place,
Or the devils of the human mind?

It is a time of confusion,
A time of death,
When we will be crushed by our own weight.
Hopefully peace will follow,
Whether humans survive -
Or not.

Up on high,
The people cry -
They are their own Angels.
Way down deep,
Where demons creep -
We are our own Devils.

god is dead,
Light is shed.
Satan dies,
Everyone cries.
We see our errors -
Life is but a dream for carers.

And so the lies sleep...

5/9/07