Tell me this, of faithful reader; What does it mean, to become a believer?
Is it that you believe more,
Than what the great Lord has in store?
Tell me reader what to say,
On that oh so fateful day.
Do I beg down on my knees?
To forgive my negativities?
No dear reader, beg I will not.
I'd rather lay in a wooden box.
Underground beneath a slab,
Will you then tell me, I was bad?
After the pain and suff'ring ends,
Will I seek absolution then?
Will I be forever cursed to find,
I was lost in my own mind?
There is no god, no box, no slab.
Only what you thought you had.
Your pain, suffering, happiness and laughter.
Is it possible?
Will I have my 'Happily ever after'?
Alas, I think not.
You'll lay there in your rotting box.
Think about the wrongs you've done,
How can you say that your the one?
You don't beling behind the gate, ,
How cruel, how cruel you are dear Fate.,
To put such illusion upon man,
To make them think that where they stand,
Is so far up and out of reach,
Can't you see?
The things you cannot be?
Things are not all they appear,
Can you feel the atmosphere?
It's thick and damp with nervous guilt,
Look at this lie you've built!
Can you not see!
The blood on your hands belongs to me!
You killed my heart, you stabbed my soul,
Tell me please!
Is this your goal?
Oh please dear Fate, don't let this be!
Why did you let this happen to me?
My hatred you can only fuel.
Send me to the circles that await,
Oh please Cruel One, I just can't wait,
To burn my sould, and break my shell,
Oh how cold it is in Hell.
So tell me this, oh faithful reader,
What is it like, to be a believer?