A Treatise on the Madness of God - Aenaon

God has been heard to speak

in many enraged remorses

High, high from the blasphemous peak

the paradise was built with corpses

God has been heard to end

in life there no trust or pity

Blamed and nailed, the sins from past

full of god’s guilty

In the vortex of scarlet demise, the seeds of unbelief creations

excelling from murders, excelling from lies, this is the road of internal

damnation

The scars of a brain in the torment of haze, depressed without execution

deranged of ambitions, a god to extinction, the terror of witness confession

Without sense all the shapes of deceiver,

a madness with no cause

Every time for the crown, the Redeemer,

will he break the moral laws

The labyrinth of mind from the believers,

a vortex full of clones

In the madness of god and fever,

the dimension of fraud

In solitude, he drowned

surrounded by thousand slaves

A measure for flesh and soul

the art of seven days

And he paints marbling graves,

around the land of fake idols

He despised the words and prophecies

And binding the inmost desires.

Hither, thither, oh fearless masterless

Hither, thither, grounded by angriness

Without sense all the shapes of deceiver,

a madness with no cause

Every time for the crown, the Redeemer,

will he break the moral laws

The labyrinth of mind from the believers,

a vortex full of clones

In the madness of god and fever,

the dimension of fraud

God has been heard to weep

intended of falling forever

Blind and lost by design of will

of trash and unwashed guilt

God has been reap