Lletres: Throneaeon. Neither Of Gods. From On High.

their stiff and pale faces
all twisted with a terrified gaze
empty eyes, have you reached
your promised place
without a sound those spirits enticed
into the end
washed away by a frustrated mind

your mixed religions
will fail till the end
do as he plead
and you?ll meet the obscene
leave the past behind
and come out on the other side
exit your corpse
and become the entwined

from on high, they say the promise comes
from on high, their empty words
from on high, you?re bringing hope for millions
from on high

do as he says and his cheating consists
pleasing the one with no key to your hopes
you?ll do whatever to leave unto fantasy
killed by these words
which you thought was not fiction