Miserable Creator Lyrics

In the beginning there was nothing
And in the void dwelled deceitful supremacy
Yet with arrogance in his hands
Omnipotence, decaying upon the land

Within righteous glory sits the creator
Who conceived the light and the dark
Who foresaw the atrocities of his creations
both flesh and divine
Yet still commands what shall not be
Punishment rests in his hands

The rebellious shall endure his wrath
As the adversary takes shape in the lowest of forms, crawling in mud
In the eyes of the devout he is wicked
In new eyes he sheds the greatest light

Atop a crumbling throne, he perpetuates the ignorance which occludes vision and mind
To be weak is to be miserable, The weakest force is that of the proud God
Unloving, unjust, prejudiced tyrant humanity suffers at his will

High aloft he hacks at his wrists and throat
Bleeding his creation into oblivion
They are what makes him real
A fading deity in a tepid sermon

Bloody hands modeling failure after failure
Clay cast aside as frustration mounts
Feverishly scrambling to regain his power
He’s overcome with rage

Spoiling minds with tales of untruths
Humanity spiraling into fanaticism
A jealous god looms over the masses
Feebly attempting to impose his will

Gnashing his teeth he sneers at his creation
As Satan gains power through chaos
Darkness descends over the holy kingdom
Dimming the light of God
In his absence ascends truth
As the world turns its back
Sputtering in agony
The creator dies as faith depletes

The gates reduced to rubble
Golden halls, patinated and desolate
His corpse reduced to dust