Author Information
Requitable Genesis
Folder:
Old School How we pay to foster them
Little lambs
Father gave them a free will to do as they please
Decisions based on misguided logic
Yet he sends us down to assist the herding of the lambs
What a fucked up experiment hes done
Go and creating life, while he lets the lambs destroy it all
A cruel heart running around in paradise
Why should we help, when all they've done is taking father?
Mother dying to support the life of the lambs
Her immaculate beauty destroyed
Still after all the fighting
Sitting with those who choose to hear and listen
The dawn of revelation
A prophecy that shows the images of the end
But for life, there is no end
Just taking back what belongs to father
Mother blindly serving the lambs her riches
We see your withered eyes, hear your deafened cries
The true children the lambs do see
The unholy vengeance of holy children
Creating your life, taking what is rightfully ours
The dominant figure, closing his eyes refusing to see
What hell he has created upon mothers surface
Choosing to behold the ultimate power of healing
His children take their revenge
Petty lambs will perish upon their sins
A sin that wasnt theirs to commit in the first place
But fate has chosen this for them, father
You will choose how to end this fallacy
This here repugnant experiement of yours
Failed to your standards
Your indecision will be our greatest achievement
Withered planet, mother you've become
At fault with the lambs
They will recognize their doings
Falling from the sky we are here to see
The lambs running from their fate
Hiding under the rocks
In the presence of holy vengeance
The lambs crying out to father
Begging for forgiveness
When it should be him who begs for their forgiveness
The sin of creating life
