Dead Prophets

The Splitter                          3/3/2016

Trot out the goat head

And dance around a fire

All ye worshippers

Of Baphomet

Twisted and dead.

They burned babies

For Moloch

Sacrificed within  

A brazen belly.

As evil then

As it is nowlreteld

Regressing to the mean

All around you

And all around me.

Distracted by fireworks

So we miss the secret deals

As money is given

And promises are made. 

It was all fake then

And it’s all fake now

Because they know

We are dumb.

Falling again

For the same dirty crimes

Swayed by false accusations

At the most convenient times.

The money men laugh

Because they know the truth

That almost all are bought

And lying through their teeth. 

A fake opposition

To lure us apart

Splitting us up

And sapping our strength. 

Everyone has a role

And everyone knows his part

Playing not to win

But only to deny. 

The prophets were murdered

With burning jealousy

Attacked with a ferocity

More than any false preacher.

Stand strong

And pray for truth

The real truth

Authentic and eternal.