The Coming Tide

The world has begun to sour

Winter winds have begun to flower

An ice age in the making

Humanity at point-breaking

Shadows dancing upon my wall

Creating silhouettes in the throes of battle

My diplomacy spent upon the norm

And the ignorant begin to look like worms

The antichrist is here; the devil

and here comes the falling anvil

Man is poisoning the land

Destroying it, just because he can

And in my stinted sanity

It seems the perfect cure for all humanity

I want to rid the world of all stupidity

The world will end;

Nobody really repents,

even though their guilt is evident

In the beginning, there was God

Or so we in our youth were taught

In the end; ultimately; man shapes his own destiny

Nostradamus predicted I would come

And the Bible said I'd come again

So fall in love with me and follow my voice

No less a martyr; you have a choice

Like the pied piper I am, but not hollow

Leading only those that choose to follow

And people ask why God has forsaken

When they never looked to find him

To do good, some times you wear black

And the sky becomes a lightninged crack

The trees igniting under fired blasts

winter snow falling quick and fast

Wake up and realize the days are numbered

My coming the signal to tear the world asunder

Lucifer is dancing upon your grave

Who to stand up to him but the brave

Souls vanquished upon contact

A fallen angel with wings turned black

I am the blood-stained Christ

In me is not found avarice

This is my second coming

a hymn of battle will I be humming

A crown of thorns and scars from the whip

Branding my soul of souls from tip to tip.

No longer the peaceful figure up on the cross

I am God incarnate, in the flesh

And in the background you can hear Him weep

For those He cannot save; cannot keep

Weeping for the suffering He can't deny

And all the Angels around Him cry

It's all just a dream we have

Every night, a nightmare bad

And then we come awake

To find the nightmare has taken place

Too many sins in a world bent on Utopia

Somebody has to bring an end first to this Fucktopia

This is our reality, our seeming density

Smelling of the scent of death and decay intensity

And it becomes a lie

All we ever live for; we die

And nothingness hangs by our side

Fall in love and follow my voice

As I reach out to give the world another choice

Wake up and face reality

Wake up to the density; combined intensity

Of millions of humans alive with chaotic tendencies

Repent and pray to be made better

Or be lost amid the coming tide that tears asunder

The power of the voice that cracks with thunder