Let me sing, or ptsfp

(Peace through superior firepower)

With blood of the darkest rituals and agony of stars,
Pointing corners of light pentagrams,
Through paths of genes decoding and magic art of science -
All, that I imagined, can be realized.

Through mix of flesh and knowledge new perfect world can rise -
For chosen one or one for all of us.
We can decide, but time’s out - once chosen one will strike.
So tell me: can you heal his ruthless bite?

«One perfect aim all sins can pay», -
Mad god had whispered, starting game;
His trembling fingers squeezed clay.
There’s nothing more - I do the same!
Let me sing the perfect song,
Like nature made this long ago.

Red Death marks every creature with indelible brands,
With bony Plague she dries up blooming lands.
In towns they go together, while herds hide souls in temples,
Unstoppable like every one, infernal.
In towns they go together - and no one goes against:
In Damned World all wizards burns in flames.

Thought mix of flesh and knowledge new perfect world can rise -
For chosen one or one for all of us.
You can decide, but time’s out - once I will roughly strike.
So tell me: can you heal my ruthless bite?

«One perfect aim all sins can pay», -
Mad god had whispered, starting game;
His trembling fingers squeezed clay.
There’s nothing more - I do the same!
Let us sing the perfect song,
As nature made us long ago.

Old words were written in us all
To find right path we have to go:
So let us sing the perfect song,
As nature made us long ago.

Or dead will sing instead of us,
And our doom will be their rise.

19/03/2014