The world of the devil harlequin

There is a virus of religion that's invading from a far off century
A devil that dalliances with hoof tipped feet of cinder toffee sugar spelt glee
There is no god you dancing fool. You jester, caught in a world of the harlequin
No such thing as heaven no such philosophy as a needle giving blood tests the prick of the pin.

Imagine a place without the thrust of a superior being
There's no god in your fable , no Caine or fucking Able seeing
Who the hell do you think you are that you can create a fucking god.
You can not. I swear it's just your imagination this deity you named lord

The ghost of the gone will always haunt yout cerebral cortex
It will pound on the inside of your dream like relaxed ( scrabble winning words with x )
Fathom me, equates to a world of depth of a casual free dive without breath for a thousand sucks
Like the perfect pussyfoot cat that roams amongst the ally way who doesn't give a flying fuck.

And then the jazz dance the romance of playing the wholesome heart of your vision
The scissors cutting open your soul , an incision so light yet deep it penetrates the indecision
You fuck wit traitor you're unpatriotic your a tit feeding milk craving imbecile
A rampant alternative life dragging slug sliding in sludge unable to feel.

I am anti god , I am an anti lord I am the passing of persuasion
I am the shadow the reflection
An all be it flame that flickers in the inside of your human brain
I am the binding rope of a rape victims inane insane

You're vision of heaven does not exist my traveller friend
He is a passing wind on the crescendo of a turbulent end
Just recall the cinder toffee the the sugar coated glee
Just remember the love I felt for the disillusioned the breaking of the free.