Idols of gold-plated excrement
Rendered spurious by a hammer so real
Habitués kneeling delirious
Parched tongues begging for peace

Heed the blood
It’s voice furious
Pulse erupting
Invoke the flood
Render them spurious
Sky collapsing

Altars of arid schizophrenia
Worm-ridden whores to the wind
Harlots of the commandments
Sandblasted lungs gasping for truth

Washed away by tides of blood
Cleansed are they in times of flood
Let us pray for what once was

Deserts of dogmatic futility
Awash with a forgotten past
Mono-God in ruinous corpulence
Humble prey in the throes of reality

Summits drown
Tides have turned
Lies and drought
Washed away, forever purged
Thief and fool
King and coward
No man shall
Walk away on this day of flood