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Catharsis

A Dead Silence
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Blessed be the sheep's ignorance in the shadow of its shepherd Damned be the wolves preying on the sheep's naivety The shepherd pulls the wool over its eyes to protect it Gnashing teeth, a shallow mercy Witness the irony! A shallow hand extended to the weak willed and meek Old men with old ideals Closed minds and closed hands No room for interpretation Their scattered lore's Words laced with hypocrisy Old men with old ideals Closed minds and closed hands No room for interpretation A heaving mass of wretched bodies They lay prostrated before idols of tooth and nail Suckling at their virgins teat Tongues laces with bile and venom Spitting forth heresy in the name of the merciful I refute your claims that our god is the same The misery is knowing your abhorrent faith is your greatest shame Your abhorrent faith is your greatest shame I'll forge my own path based on the rationale Yet, i believe in room for faith, that's no denial Im no evangelist or post-modern lunatic Im merely a man with my own thoughts on life and were i fit in it Break through the seams of selfish heartache and misery in this wretched existence Break through the seams of selfish heartache Of selfish heartache The Misery in this You raise your hands unto your god with murderous intent A barren waste-land awaits thee You've no chance to repent You raise your hands unto your god with murderous intent A barren waste-land awaits thee You've no chance to repent You've no chance to repent You've no chance Repent! Repent! Thus reigns the typical metaphor Wolves amongst the flock Hiding so they can't be sought for preying on sheep in their familiar pasture The final irony Allow the shepherd to maintain the simplicity Release the wolves to devour the lot Faith is neither the moral high ground not a sense of endearment What matters depends on the person, Not the Prophet