DEATH OF THE MOON

the son led his armies against the moon

that crescent evil that had infiltrated his land of purity

murdered his people and attempted to bring down those steeples

that he called home

he threw a lasso into the sky

claiming his god-given right for justice

and caught a hold of that heavenly body as it orbited by

but there were unforseen consequences of his brashness

he had no landing site for the wreckage

no way to protect his people from catastrophe

his miscalculation was immense

defense was no longer an option

and as the son murdered the moon

the moon slayed his people

both sides were burned up in the war

both sides forgot what it was that they were fighting for

and as the moon murdered the son

the son slayed its people

it was lunar homicide, it was adolescent lunacy

it was blackness in a future we're soon to see

the smoke rose on the horizon framing a city that burned

ashes to ashes dust to dust life to death

all that was had come to pass

and the remainder were forced to stare into the slobbering maw of the future

The son, he was mute here,

left his tooth bare,

shattered the world and erected his truth cairn

he buried the moon in the wreckage

those that thought it was too soon, death met them

and carried them away to Styx

Hellbound and unbelieving, the infidels were swept up

in the hysteria of a country forgetful of its past, its foundation

the concept of freedom that they claimed had been taken from them

but it was not liberty they wanted, it was death to the oppposition

graves for the violation,

of their beliefs

they burned the moon's temples

blasphemed its name

cat's screamed in shame

of the murder that took place before them

they slaughter baby rabbits with no remorse,

but this, this carnage

it was too much for them to bear

too much blood spilt for the son of man

too much spilt in the name of peace

peace that never came

for the son abandoned those left behind

those that did not die for his cause

left to rebuild this world they were

for there father

who was in heaven

hallowed be his name

his kingdom come

his will be done

on earth as it was in heaven

rebirth was a work of fiction

they cried in the fallout with no choices left

no phoenix, no jesus, no fantasy to take them away