The Shepherd's Staff - Dark Sermon

I bite my tongue

Spitting forth the blood of the angels

As they weep and moan

I know this is the devil’s work

The shepherd’s staff holds more in faith

Than any sheep alone

I know this is the devil’s work

Tie my idle hands so

They may never sin again

The darkest of sermons is preached

To an unwilling crowd of men on their knees

Muttering false words of praise

To an unloving, glorified dignity

I will endure the gnashing of teeth

I will wade through the depths of despair

And endless suffering

I pray to avert my ears, but it seems that

No one’s listening

Abandoned by God, my purpose is clear:

I exist to rid the earth

Of every trace of the living

Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment

Driven to exterminate all that breathes

Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment

If this is His will, and God stands still…

This child of Hell shall force it’s home upon the earth

I witness it’s unfortunate birth

Tie my idle hands so

They may never sin again

Cut out my lying tongue

And remove these thoughts within

Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment

Driven to exterminate all that breathes

Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment

If this is His will, and God stands still…

Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment

If this is His will, and God stands still,

My life was never meant to be