Lucifers Devils

Lucifer, Devils,
reality revels,
in dreams of the deep,
that put you to sleep;
that wake you in turn,
that matter makes minds churn,
in church,
you lurch and lech and
church makes me wretch,
'cause they tell you to fetch
the cross and doss when you feel loss.
They tell you 'don't worry,
'cause you are in favour,
with Lord God on High,
and Jesus, our saviour,'
they tell you to go and kill the sinners,
make dinners of souls that live Lucifers lives,
'cause they never have, they never have drive,
to live their lives to Lucifers call,
they haven't the guts to free fall from eternity,
they make the new maternally,
they live their lives paternally to one who's never seen;
they think we're green and jelouse of their lives,
What Jokers!
What Tokers!
They wanna come and smoke with us;
then, when they're stoned and paranoid,
we'll talk to them of Sigmund Freud,
and ways religion has destroyed;
we'll nail their Lord to mighty bill-board
hoardings above the night sky,
then ask them why?
Why?
WHY?
Why do you still turn to God,
fishing for dreams with a biblical rod,
making it seem like Atheist's odd?
What?
Yes, when their stoned and paranoid,
we'll show them what their Gods destroyed;
when they are not so sure,
we'll destroy the walls of Heavens door,
we'll make them mash-up, mash-up, mash-up once more;
then say, 'Belief? Belief?
The relief from belief in a God far away
is the freedom from grief at the end the day,
who was the chief that made the world say:
"HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! Is the Lord God almighty, Who was, Who is, And shall
always be!"
Not me,
nor none we can ever see.
Myth and Legend,
pithy pretend
that the end of the world
Comes from his hand,
when the end of the world comes from our stand
offs between extremes;
when perfection lives within our dreams,
and reality is not all it seems.