Showing posts with label books of blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books of blood. Show all posts

Friday, 6 March 2009

The Books Of Blood




The Books Of Blood.


Upon the rotting corpse of the Covenant,
The Archbishop now stands in triumph,
As a raven mantling a slaughtered lamb,
Feasting on the Gospels as his holy writ ,
In robes as red as rubies, his golden cross,
Secures the gates of Parliament and Crown,
Validating with his blessings all crimes and wars,
Even the killing of an Abbot in Glastonbury Abbey,
Who once hung dead from the walls of the tor,
Sanctifying with his blood the victory,
Of a King over a Pope, a Nation over an Empire,
As now both Kings and Bishops bow to receive,
On their knees before earthly thrones,
The kiss and blessings of that sly serpent,
Within the opulent prisons of his many palaces.


Christ has fled, his vessel emptied of its faith,
Only the dregs of pomp and power remain,
Posturing priests and politically correct speeches,
Blessing with their Bibles the bullets and bombs,
That politicians command be turned upon us,
Sending their armies to slaughter our sons,
And drown the world with treasons blood,
For faith walks in the shadow of power,
The Church Of England is no longer English,
And nothing of Christ nor England remains,
Only the hollow husk of a holy relic, empty pews,
A wicker man filled with a myriad crimes,
Into whose flames will be cast anew our liberty,
To serve the interests of the Establishment,
As it has done throughout the centuries so well.


All great religions are born from great crimes,
As blood must flow in the name of duty,
If a new faith is to grow into a great religion,
The prophet must be flayed and crucified,
Or infidels slaughtered in their millions,
At the command of any killer so sanctified by god,
Before the masses will bow before books of blood,
The amphitheatre filled with dead martyrs,
Fed to starving lions or torn apart by wolves,
A mob deciding who will live or who will die
These are how converts to the faith are born,
The eye ravished with a myriad atrocities,
Seeks for itself a deeper meaning beyond the flesh,
For sacrifice is the source of all reverence,
Until the persecuted become the persecutors.














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