When Time Runs Out

I am your iconoclast

I am your angel of death

Kill me, throw my body away

I shall be reborn

Your wicked plans come to fruition

Are you proud of your leadership

Are you proud of stripping away

Everything once held dear

The fabric of morality is shredded

Behead the beast of common courtesy

And replace it with disgusting acts

Of sexual idolatry, perversions of freedom as your incomplete rainbow flag flies high above the rest

You crowned yourself dictator

But the waves have not swept

The fragility of democracy away yet

Oh but someday soon

You'll think you've won the war

You'll think you are free

I've given chance after chance

Breath after breath

Still you refuse to freely give

So I'll take what's mine instead

Behold your angel of death

Your breath taken away

Your image is erased

People forget your name

As you burn in the eternal flame

When the trumpet sounds

Those who suffer under you will be swept away in grace

But those who follow you will join you in wearing the no name face

Iconoclast, angel of death

Stripped of skin

Your memory forgotten by those you sought to purge

Every idol built in your name now burns

Alongside the rest of the world

The wicked will fall from their thrones

Their man made halos will hang them

The wicked will not prosper

Your plans may come to fruition

To usher in decimation

Behold the end of the age

I am your iconoclast 

Behold the end of the age

I am your angel of death

Behold the end of your reign