Where I Stand On The Holy Mountain And Pray 4 The War

I committed no evil,
I did nothing wrong. But still
I am sentenced, so what have
I done?
I gave them a cause; a vision to see,
An alternate future; a reason to be.
I committed no evil;
I did nothing good.
I gave them a reason; they misunderstood.
Apart from illusions, distant from shame.
Far from confusion, and absent from pain.

Hate is my sister;
Love is my whore.
I stand on the mountain,
And pray for the War.

I committed no treason;
I conducted no sins.
Lust is the father of so many things.
The mission I had
Was to make them believe.
So much can be done,
When flesh is deceived.
Absorbed by compulsions, manifested in dreams.
Our senses entrapment, confined and released.
Apart from illusions, distant from tears,
Far from submission and absent from fears.
The mission
I had, was to waken the world.
But compliance is golden, in the mind of the herd.

Pain is the father;
Love is in vain.
I stand on the mountain, conceived and insane.
Lust is my sister, my muse and my whore,
I stand on the mountain,
And pray for the War.