El Shaddai

By my doing you shall know me. by fruits of my creation, by my anger

With traitorous whisper I invite the centipede to your heart

I burn your senses, set consciousness ablaze. I distort the reality

I twist your hand so it may pierce your body with the dagger of fear

break the personalities, weaken the will

And stomp the soul with abhorrence.

I cut your legs and stab you in the back

In the end, you will be found guilty.

You have never dreamt of my love, to me. to yourself

Embracing the two-faced snake. venomous kisses

Treacherous promises, death for life

All or this ,hall you receive, come hell and high water

I should gift you down your throat.

Choking on your life, you shall praise my name - El Shaddai

Plucking the eyes of your consciousness

Gutting your id. rejecting yourself

You are the chosen one. the messiah of your fate

The lamb upon the altar of my airs and graces.

For every thought running from its despair

I shall pierce your foot with a thousand of needles.

And every time you look away, I visit your children

As the knout dressed in black

"Come forth my child. accept the Word of the Lord"

And every time you seek comfort.

I am there for you, yet you'll receive nothing but bitterness

I am not your father. you've never been worthy

You are no better than dirt and the dust. the maggot. I loathe you

A cattle fit for slaughter. on the halter of superstition

The winds of my ego have stormed through the forest of man's desires

Pulling out the roots of conscience

I have found my place in hearts and minds of those seeking truth

Malignant tumor. Virus the Creator. the ageless plague

My appetite insatiate

I devour the prayers with the thousands of mouths

Then I digest and defecate

I harvest my worship with hands folded in prayer...