Messengers of the Holy Falsehood

Submissive and afraid he kneels as the weeping willows guide his breath to the gallows Restless lungs crave to win the fight against the strength of unforgiving branches Where intellectual abilities fail to ignore incoming signals of a scenery of bloodshed The horror of this endgame: remorseless captured in agonized eyes On a pile of skulls he mounts towards his hanging and away of a life where meaning lost its meaning This departure is considered a gift For its descendants have forgotten about their father His long lost legacy, a vague reminiscence of a life he never knew Captivity, dejection and an everlasting longing are his serving executioners -relentless and vile Breathing the symptoms of a prisoner of war he craves for freedom and thus for death Messengers of the holy falsehood herald sacred sins Antinomies have dictated his losses, as well as his future -now to end Grand and proud he wears the knot While ignorance about what's to come reigns terror and solicitude Targeting his hopes to a better existence To a world in which the bound and gagged revive Still repulsed by sounds of warfare-stunned and deafened Still fighting haunting images of fallen companions He perceives solid ground and the ability to breath Awakened, yet cold Wandering in the undiscovered Awakened, with sharpened senses Arising, seeking potential in the afterlife Embraced by solitude and panic and by restlessness and doubt Sinister shapes lure and sneak upon this newborn flesh To devour the hunted in its whole Submissive and afraid he kneeled as the weeping willows have guided his breath to the gallows Restless lungs craved to win the fight against the strength of unforgiving branches All in vain Now crawling and creeping through the afterlife As keeper of thoughts He slays and he eats the victimized minds As he guards the enigma of the infinite The best kept secret Plaguing mankind For dead tongues tell no secrets