Ruin Of The Beast

Look up old friend

Watch the ruin of the beast

On the top of hill

Being slain by the prodigal son

For the glory and the making of His will

Being bound by His hand

Being lifted and shifted and molded from sand.

They sliced off His head

And rolled in His blood

And wrote on the walls

"We've escaped the big flood"

But highways to byways and oceans to creeks

The silence was screaming

Aching and steaming

Hoping for one soul to listen at least

Never a whimper, never a notion

They banned all seduction, not even an ocean

It’s castles to ruins, motion to cease

They sliced off His head for the ruin of the beast

They signed a petition that marked out the ground

Saying, "This half is lost, and this half is found.

He's to be tossed, she's to be crowned,

and so on and so forth their future was bound."

The lawyers and statesmen shook hands and agreed

Smiled for the photo and planted a seed

Crammed in some tears, said a quick prayer

Mumbled some lines like, "We'll clean up the air

We'll blow up some stars, and detox the tar!"

He mumbled then burped then jumped in his car

And never again was the beast in their story

They buried the past in all of its glory

Never a whimper, never a notion

They banned all seduction, not even an ocean

Well its castles to ruins and motion to cease

They sliced off his head for the ruin of the beast

But silently wreaking off the dust from his hair

From the mist off the ground

And the fog in the air

From highways to byways, oceans to creeks

You can hear the refrain of the prodigal beast

Never a whimper, never a notion

They banned all seduction, not even an ocean

Well its just castles to ruins and motion to cease

They sliced off his head for the ruin of the beast