Wormapple - Part One - 1. Born With Horns

"In a forsaken world, the masks fall away. False prophets stand revealed as children of shadow, born with horns they cannot hide. The voice of the martyr cries against them."

{From The Voice Of The Martyr}

BORN WITH HORNS

"When the divine falls silent,
devotion turns to hollow ritual.
Idols rise as God watches in silence.
The faithful are hunted,
the righteous consumed by flame,
and the deceivers ascend to claim power.
As the world smolders in the ashes of its own undoing,
once more bereft of a God to worship, the emptiness consumes...
And from this void, humanity forges
its own... mechanical Messiah."

You can rise up, but you cannot rule.
You can outsmart them, but you're still a fool.
You can worship the crucifix, made of jewels,
You can pretend to turn lies into truths.

I wear a crown of thorns,
But you were born with horns!
Horns!
Horns!
Horns!

You are covered with a white sheet, but your heart is always black,
You can hold someone gently,
while you smile and stab their back.
You can hold up the peace sign, as you order the attack,
You can donate your money,
then suddenly steal it back.

I wear a crown of thorns,
But you were born with horns!
Horns!
Horns!
Horns!

I wear a crown of thorns,
But you were born with horns!
Horns!
Horns!
Horns!

False prophets screaming, painting heaven black,
Wolves in the temple, with the blood covered tracks.
There's a lamb that walks with a zippered back,
The truth reflects, but the mirrors cracked.

I wear a crown of thorns,
But you were born with horns!
Horns!
Horns!
Horns!


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