The black sky dense with death,
is bleeding down your drain,
your screams + shouts are distorted,
by the pouring of the rain,
your doubts are flooding in,
like your drowning in the sea,
your final rights are spoken,
this silence cannot be,
your coffin drops into your grave,
but the dead are alive.
You're clawing at your wooden tomb,
but how will you survive?
Your fears are confirmed,
as the soil is shovelled in,
you're being buried alive,
to the tune of a christian hymn.
The sermons & the preaching
mean nothing when you're dead.
The worms in your coffin,
will not fill your mouth with bread.
Christian believer,
you've filled your head with shit.
There's nothing left for you,
save the slime of the death pit.
There's no glistening heaven,
in the centre of the skies.
Your stupid fucking bible
is a book filled with lies.
Your crucifix was just two sticks,
on which some figure hung,
surrounded by filth,
in the cesspool the death bell rung.
