Iconoclast

I . . . challenge your sacred beliefs.
I . . . slaughter the flock of sheep.
I . . . am your redeeming device.
Look into the eyes of your bitter demise.

Habitual.
Ritualistic.
Eventually becoming sadistic.
Human herd failing to grasp
Fall to reality.
Time to tread a new path.

Follow the Iconoclast.

You . . . see through holy tinted eyes.
You . . . are the one your maker despises.
You . . . and your dogma condemned
Are fought to death with every dying breath.

You put your trust into your savior.
Has he ever been there to return the favor
If your feeble minds can grasp . . . the answer is no.
Follow the Iconoclast
When your beliefs are fading fast.
After all is gone and it's useless to pray
Don't look to your God for he has lost His way.

Crossing the span of space and time,
Beliefs converge, controlling the mind.
Hear the toll of sanity's bell while
Catching a glimpse of your religion's true hell.

Bow to me, sayeth the Lord.

You are abhorred.

Hallowed be My name.
My kingdom come.
Thy kingdom undone.
On earth as well as in heaven.
Follow my way
To salvation this day.
I will lead you all into temptation
And deliver you to evil.

Jump into the abyss
Never expecting to be engulfed by darkness.
I'll witness your end . . . your final collapse.
Losing your souls in one fleeting gasp.

When all that is left is a burning desire
I will set your world afire.

When all is gone and it's useless to pray
And your beliefs are fading fast
Follow the Iconoclast.