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Martyr’s of the black sun

Coming to play and service their god

A foolish picture painted on the wall

We have no need for you here

Is this even a reality?

Or a fictitious dream that we all live in

Another reality beyond this one

A question so daunting to the mind

Yet we blindly serve you

And all you do is lie



How many times must we die for you?

Why must we stay pure?

How many times must we be reborn to serve as your pet?

The answer is zero

Everything you say and do, written into pages

Lighting a match to your words, to your lies

Your stories of your great adventures

Those adventures that never happened

What proof do we find in a book that’s been passed through the millenniums?

Through your power, you’ve covered our eyes

There’s something you don’t want us to see

But our eyes are wide open

We can see through your lies

Our prayers are just cries for the blinded masses that you “love” so much

Your wisdom and generosity is nothing but false hope



Take this life from us, as you make it your own will

Feed upon the positive and negative wishes of human flesh

Your hunger grows more satisfied with every bite

In death, your hunger is our salvation from this miserable life

And down deep within your own soul

Do you find the missing fragment of your power

Call upon the force that makes you

The supernatural that doesn’t exist in your world

Because you don’t exist

None of this is real

Not even us

You claim that we are a part of you

But we are different, we are not you

Breaking for freedom from your lies

We learn to sacrifice the most important entities of our lives

And in doing this, we learn the truth of your nature

Fear is nothing but a fatal impact on your lies





How can we worship the god that doesn’t exist?

A god that only lies

He only tells us what he wants us to believe

What he wants us to hear

Everything’s a fabrication

Nothing we hold true to our beliefs can be trusted with honor

We can only trust with deception