Sacrifice yourself.
I\'ll imitate and become the voice
of a booming God, that take away
is in your presence.
That possession in your soul,
occupy another, or your
unnatural inventions.
Just another Sunday drive.....
inside a dead messiah plan.
I\'ll live again!
In your force fed memory.
The bane shall be my power
to overcome this palace of truthful lies.
And I\'ll become the muse itself
on this so many ways to Sunday
and your soul occupied.
By tricks
of the mortal harvest, so your grains
are tossed into the breeze.
And I\'ll stay here in this deceit.
Or cast you off into the seas.