The Gods

Displease the gods and they'll disarm you just to
Take the bloody knife and gut you
Waste your life pursuing cryptic fables
Or wash your hands for something stable

Emptiness and misery
The only thing this legacy
Ever stands to seed

Who we are devolves divine

Padded walls surround this empty vessel
Tables turned outside the temple
In the night, the veil torn asunder
The rotting joy I felt with wonder
Disappears and fades away
Temporally placating
My feelings to deceive

Who we are is never fine

I'm living out of coffee spoons and little jars of seeds
I've sprouted all the essence, but the tea leaves just mislead
I'm searching for my inner demon

Lucifer no angel nor the devil
A mythical children's cheville
Even though it seems I failed to tempt you
The bitterness inside will steel through
Apocryphal
Blasphemy

The mourning seed of Constantine
Janus faced divine

Who we are is just a trine



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Writer(s): Taylor Hawkins
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