Bright shining walls
An ethereal corona of blindness and lies
A prison for reason, enlightment and will
A golden glare of decay
Where towers and citadels mirror the decadence
The downfall of an aeon
A pantheon of obedience and asininity
Heavenly incest - Earthly sodomy
This den of iniquity
A cradle of slaves and mindless worms
A six winged hydra with fiery eyes
A higher society with full-bodied flies
A circle to serve the lamb
Whose stench of narcissism I abhor
Though I have to pass the divine halls ultimately
I hate to walk through the crowd of angelic vermin
Disgustingly wriggling seraphim
Lecherous exhausted cherubs
Seven burning torches surrounding the crystalline throne
Metatron:
First of the angels thou might speak to the lord
Bow down your knees and kneel
And listen to the sonic storm of his voice
Embrace his divine infinity
Oh metatron don't bore me to death
Remember I am the one who already gazed into
The abyss of his eyes
I don't fear eternity
Tell him my request:
If I find 7 souls of free and sinful will
I'll leave this hell and create my own kingdom on earth
My own pantheon - a pandmonium

INVIA LE CORREZIONI