When the philosopher,
his head in the guillotine,
last Anarchist pull the string.
To worship the Funeral.
When a child,
without loving parents,
in the world of Evil,
finds refuge in a loaded gun,
to mirage out at the wall.
To worship the Funeral.
When a teenage girl,
in moments of boredom, idleness,
drinks the waters of Lethe,
yet never to awaken.
To worship the Funeral.
When a junkie,
lost in an urban alley,
decides this high will be his last.
To worship the Funeral.
When Nothing Is,
true visions enamoured,
Wondrous Night.
Lost in final waves.
To worship the Funeral.
When the Artist,
knows all the World’s a Stage,
but seeks refuge in the grave.
To worship the Funeral.
When people uncaring,
are sure that peace will be the way,
the warheads fly that day.
To worship the Funeral.
When the Parasites of Pretence,
dwell in battlements tall,
wars will destroy them all.
To worship the Funeral.
When you love your mother never more,
(who’s love was never sound,)
than when she’s lowered in the ground.
To worship the Funeral.
When Life reveals its irony,
an infinity of tears,
barren are the years.
To worship the Funeral.
When millions wander them.
The Nothing God, hears their cry;
“live, only to die.”
To worship the Funeral.
When your prayers go out to Nowhere,
despair reigns because,
the God is dead that never was.
To worship the Funeral.
When nothing is consistent,
Truth wanes your heart enstranged,
its sole reference is deranged.
To worship the Funeral.
When my soul blessed to depart,
looks no more with human eyes,
my skeletal ghost shall rise;
To Worship the Funeral.
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