Gods ego Death

A void is placed into the hearts of the pious Why has my beautiful god forsaken me Behold a great guilt bestowed on the weak minded The silence of the gods can be deafening Prayers are ignored as your feeble god ponders a doomed world Who knew the almighty could grieve And so I bestow upon thee my final penance The death of the one true perfection The splitting of your very own god This is not the father this is the flesh, timid and brimming with corruption Unanswered prayers left to rot As your god disconnects to repair what he's wrought Once held aloft Now among us he will walk Steadfast into arrogance piety lost Blind him with sin And then cast him within The same ocean that he had brought us To pity his creation would mean that he was mistaken Your god is not perfect at all Be warned my lord This is only the calm before the storm Suffering has never seemed so surreal I cannot bare to witness Your attendance frightens the meek Leave me as I pray for his forgiveness This flesh is so pathetic I can't help but think that it's a sickness I begin to lose my faith my mind my mother fuckin religion My failure is unbearable my misery Insurmountable Leave me to my last good will I fear malice will soon be with me To define a god without the say of perfection is abhorrent To deny a devote man a path to righteousness is repulsive Gnawing the teeth of the Virgin Mary As his calloused mouth begins to lap up the juices the meek remain fashioned on hands and knees begging the goat of free will to divvy out the scrapings the peasants begin to relinquish abstinence from violence scratching the door of penitence The fruit of their labor is bloodshed and murder the consequences will be practiced in hatred Hand in hand descend the faithful unknowing that god has betrayed all of them thus bestowing his final gift unto the flesh and beneath it the blessing of choice and the interest in free Will