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