Faith - Arsafes, David Maxim Micic

all eyes are turned to the mongrel’s frown

all eyes are turned to its rancid crown

as it arrives

to approve the feast on burial grounds

and command a happy smile for peasants as they kneal down

i see the holy parade as it marches through the lands of grief

i hear the trumpets call as the darkness falls on those who disbelieve

i see the preachers scream as the crowd applauds to the chief —

a crowned filthy Hound in an emperor’s gown, fed with luxurous beef

all hands are raised in the name of the lord

and legs are broken by the slaves of the Dog

for it was crowned as a spawn of an era of lies

resurrected to testify that once again.

.Dog eat God!

Dog eat God!

can you see that

Dog eat God?

Dog eat God!

i see the holy parade as it marches through the lands of grief

i hear the trumpets call as the darkness falls on those who disbelieve

i see the preachers bless exceptionally people folding hands and closing eyes,

led by a filthy Hound in an emperor’s gown, chewing on the bones of Jesus Christ