GOD IS DEAD

Imprisoned in my bed
I'm looking at the sky nearly just above me
In the continuity of the ceiling
Just like water
In which the image of the earth is reflected inverted
Now, I see no sky, no light no more
Only a ceiling of obscure clouds
Swarming whith invisible demons waiting for fury
And a few wandering souls
Seeking to be saved
I watch these puffing black clouds, yes I do
Looking like columns coming down to the earth of the damned
Spreading violently
Over the continents and the oceans
I'm burning of a black flame
Looking at the chained eternal in its skies
The sky is no more
The sky is no more what is was
The age of darkness is coming down
Like explosions happening backwardly
Black smoke is exhaled from the skies
And blackened the Damned earth
My body is burning, imprisoned in my bed
Imprisoned in my bed
Dreaming led me to God's temple

Alan Woxx © 1990