Broken Glass World

The mindless blather on death bed's blue eyes
Glares and intricacies
For no man loves to live anymore
And only nuns seem religious
In this broken-glass world

Oh, Great God
Great Scott!
Give us your Hamlets and lush roses
Give us patriotic dreams
Where one world is all worlds
And the nightmares are just bad dreams

Silicon chips, electron pulses
Emulate our world like you do our gameboys
Parse the hypertexts of sun and moon
And let the ugly code
Make such beautiful worlds, forever
For the AI of man to love ever after

God, do you really love this rotten world
Where drugs addicts praise your works as of
Their addictions
I couldn't blame if you didn't

Oh, Pornography
My drug, my lust, my addiction
In a world where the younger, the better --
Well, to a point --
And my mind hates itself for knowing
To think that way is wrong

And yet, I reserve the right
To rant about
This rotten world

Is it art if the world thinks it is ugly?
Then this world is a piece of work
Isn't it?

And are you thinking for yourself
Or are you lying in your conformity
Give up the act, no one is unique
Not you, not I!
When you realize this
Only then will you be yourself
For your strife to be unique
Is out of fear to conform to
The social edge
And is there anything wrong with that?

Oh, mirror
What in my mind snaps when
I'm eighteen?
To make me eligible to
Live alone
Witness the luster of
A woman's body
And display my own on
That monitor

And mirror
What of 21
Where Indulging in alcohol
No longer makes me the maniac
It did five years ago
When I was handed a license
With a slap on the wrists
And told, "Welcome to consenting yourself"

Do not be conformed to this world
Be transformed by the renewal of your mind
Then you will be able to testify
What is God's will
His good
Pleasing
And perfect will

And take your Bible in hand
Christian
Wiccan
Satanic
Buddist
And by whatever Holy Word you follow
Slice and dice all who stand in your way
And your enemies will shall be done
THROUGH YOUR BELIEFS
Through your "God's Will"

Close your mind further
Do not let the demons in
Slice away at them as you slice your
Fellow Man
And awaken again
To Romans 12:2

And the Promise of 3:16
My favorite verse, so to say
All night spent
Thinking, over and over
About being my own sacrifice
For my sins are my own

And no one elses

The tobacco taste
Tar and my teeth
From cigarette and the ash to follow
Rotting cancer sticks and mellow toilets
Such a putrid taste
Such a pretty taste
Aspartame and Sucralose

And am I crazy to think
It is not I I eye in the mirror?
Staring back at me
Watching me pleasure myself
As I watch him the same?

Bible in left hand
My sins active in the other
I feel disgusting to think
I'm no worse
No Better
than false priests
My Dream Theater
My Nightmare Cinema
My Majesty...

And in the end
When it doesn't even matter
I'll praise the lord
for God Knows...
And he still has hope

And am I ranting about religion?
And am I crazy about God?
Or is this all but a charade
To tear down in the morning
When everything is good again
When everything is fine

It seems my fire
Has ceased to burn
My hate begun to freeze
Cycle up and cycle down
Too long, just skim the rest
After this, its all just bullshit
The Deer Dance run its course