After Death

There is the underworld once tangled in chaos

Created in suffering of stars

The blast of energy called "God the creator"

Burnt prophecies found on the pages of filth

Children are branded as worms of messiah

They are the "good ones" and lambs of God

In stench of religious slavery

World drowned in the brutal lies

Degrees of deity are measured in millions of souls

Progress in abnormality will show our blindness

Like on the ship of fools in catastrophic storm

They are the bastards possessed by fear

Where is your rule of love?

Where is our free will?

The mighty conductor has died

But show must go on

The work must be done

After death