Their Beloved Absentee

The Black Dahlia Murder

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Alpha omega I am the creator, deemer of all that shall be
Hypothesis human destruction imminent, transpiring accordingly
Alpha omega the giver and taker, the paradox of life and death
The world is my oyster, my powers I bolster, I’ll gamble ‘til nothing is left
The human invention created dissention, disrupter of poor mother earth
For my sick entertainment, I’ll ring that ole’ rag squeezing her for what she’s worth

Lo and why they worship me their beloved absentee
Not even as their god can the answer I find

Not just hands but a will
Not just hearts but could feel
With such weight it’s no wonder they’ve killed
Driven mad by the power I’ve instilled
With the hands to create
They could only unmake
With the potential to love
Man’s emotion soured by hate

Alpha omega, the broken and breaker, I am the one of law bereft
How petty their prayer, an annoyance their voices, my goblet spills forth as I laugh
The human invention evaded abortion, but’s damned himself before his birth
For my sick entertainment I’ll lend not a nod, gawking from safety in jovial mirth

Lo and why they worship me, their corrupted absentee
Though they’ve called me their god, there’s no truth I can find

More than instinct a fire
More than guts a desire
With such a burden it’s a shame they can’t deal
Gone insane from insatiable will
With the eyes to behold
They only wanted a lie
With the potential to grow unrestrained
They cast a bullet to promptly put straight through their brains

Humanity
A notion poisoned, gone astray
Creatively paved
Their ashen ways to early graves
Like the rats they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh I know that it hurts

But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained
Like a high heeled shoe, crushing the praying mantis form
To the taking of life I’ve been desensitized, by unending waves of unfathomable automated porn
Their life is a disease, I’ve created the damnedest of plagues
I await now their end with a most bated breath, remorseless I am for the monster I have made

Humanity
A notion poisoned, gone astray
Creatively paved
Their ashen ways to early graves
Like the rats they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh I know that it hurts
But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained