Garden of Disdain - Morbid Angel

No God will claim this garden

Too sickening to the eyes to see this

Long ignored my words of warning

From the world I built, erased

So it shall know no peace in my time

In absence of my voice for guidance

In the absence of my hand and whip

Grew the absence of the knowing

Unknowing

Grew the absence and grew the festering

A boiling abscess that

Was sure to burst with failure

From a distance I have observed

Minding my slaves like children

Absorbing your petty struggles

Disgusted by your petty lives

I have witnessed your sleight of hand

I was betrayed by you many times

I have craved to bring forth my vengeance

I have yearned to dismantle this

World of unfathomed treasures

This garden disgraced by man

Your ways despised by beasts and gods alike

All gods agree your ways must end

They have waited long to see this

You claim to not need my guidance

Yet you reach for my hand and plead

Obsessed with your futile struggles

You are mistaken to think I feel

From a distance I have observed

Minding my slaves like children

Absorbing your petty strife

Disgusted by your petty life

All gods have left this garden

These gods have left in shame

Dismissed and long forgotten

This world of useless being

This endless festering