Placate the Ancients - Internal Bleeding

Scores of the population die

No one contemplates its meaning

Simply dismissed as inevitable

Final phase in life

Complete exhaustion of the soul

Man lives completely benign

Apathetic to the moment

When time comes to take its claim

Lamb’s blood fills its coffers

Henchman rise

Behest the masters wish

Absolve

Pay the homage

Appease the gods

Sanctify

As the elders punish

Blood of man their sustenance

To tame the wrath that lies in wait

To tame the wrath that feeds on hate

To tame the wrath that seals our fate

To tame the wrath that we create

All the violence

Man inflicts upon himself

Holds a solemn pupose

All the hatred

Satisfies their need to feed

Death our dowry to the liege

We must suffer to save the world

From horrors never to be seen

Rampage of minions

Never to be thought mythology

Weapons of the gods once horrified

Never to be thought mythology

Now is full of murderers

Reality

World awakes

To a horrid exposition

Ungodly entities rise and breathe

The skies turn gray

With creations of fiction

Hammer of the gods bent on ending humanity

Besiege for our insolence

Tridents wielding fire

Rivers of blood to feed the beast

Talons tear the flesh

Rolling meadow of the dead

Avenge the heresy

The armistice was broken

When one life prevailed

With the stench of the weak

The cycle never grew to fruition

Reiterates futility

Man kills man with impunity

Elders now rise from their slumber

Placate the ancients

Suffer to insure existence

Placate the ancients

Bleed or life will cease