Liar

Liar

Oh ye of little truthfullness

With even less of Faith

Follow on the words of wrong

Within the liar’s grace.

Still ye follow like a sheep

Into the slaughter house

Listen to a liar’s words

To keep your God without.

Hark! Listen to the slander

While claiming piety devout

But when the thunders over

The lie will turn you out.

Can you look in the mirror?

You can see the liars face

Over your shoulder, looking

To keep you in your place

Untruth is not the way of God

Or those who leave lies lay

Written in the heavens high

On your judgment day

R.W.W.

Banfiadh copyright 11/13

Heretic

Heretic

You fear to look me in the eyes

What cowardice in your soul lies

Pray to your god, The Lord of Flies

What will you do when your body dies

Set yourself upon a pedestal

To try and tear another down

Portray yourself as better than

Till you meet Arrawn’s Hounds

Bigotry and hatred lies and ignorance

Have atrophied your souls eternal grace

Your blind sorry assed self righteousness

Have helped repress the human race

Fundamentally its simple

Kill all of your fears

And tear down the temples

That bore us through uncounted years

To save a soul you thought you’d lost

Yet it was never yours to save

Trade in blind hypocrisy defrayed a faithless cost

Now the ways of power and love to you are estranged

The wheel has turned and you dread the change

The lies you’ve lived do dissolve

Hatred and fear will never solve

Two thousand years of misery

Treasure of the churches Heresy

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