Divine Disorder - The Puppeteer

A wasteland, brims with plagued beings
Listen! Can you hear their moans?

Bursts of light that conquers the dead of night
Those are the carnival of your diversions
Be one of us or bow down to the righteous ones
Let us play the game that is called justice

Surrounded by the nameless conscious
Journey into your master’s path

Desecrate, lacerate, incinerate, borrow lives for your initiator

Life evolves from the womb of the grim seraphim
Those are the keys to your deceptive cadence
Mend the torn strings, or sway under our sovereign grasp
Let us play the show that is called freedom

Surrounded by the nameless conscious
Journey into your master’s path

As darkness fills the skies
Between the moon and the throne of stars
Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust
Looking through us with guilt and despair

White and black squares
Tick tock, broken glass
Red cherries and black eyes
Tick tock, broken spines

Lo and behold my children, wave your strings
Let my decree (and menace) seep through them
As I am your Resolve (guided by fear)
You are your poet’s steps
As I won’t be delighted (and fathomed) without trepidation

As darkness fills the skies
Between the moon and the throne of stars
Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust
Looking through us with guilt and despair

Light shall bow upon the thrones
Fear the phenomenon
Ruler of the world it’s called
In the Pandemonium
Granting the keys
Between the puppets
To deliver the lost scripture
Between the puppet and its puppeteer