The Impure - A Wake in Providence

Born to fail, born to devour.

The construct of life, infecting this world with

pestilent creatures, inciting hatred within the populace

Feeding the broken with the blessing of subservience, I bring salvation for I

am the shepherd.

Create temptation that will leave you broken now

Open the gates

The cattle’s here, give them arms, ship them off.

They have no idea they are

misguided slaves, blinded by greed with collars blood red.

Look and believe,

the lies they’re fed now

The innocent won’t get the chance.

They will be used as nourishment,

to feed the machine again and again

Swine, look what you have become.

Another tool for my darkened design.

Processed and distributed, only to be recycled for mankind

The impurity, corrupting from the inside, you’ll never be at peace under my

broken wing

Keep thinking you will live, so comfortably as you pray for your life

So sleep, under the shield of a broken idol.

Just wait patiently for the day

that I will call upon you

But you remain, the innocent in the machine

Do you see now, your pseudo existence?

War, unholy war, prove your worth

Feeding the broken, with the blessing of subservience, I bring salvation for I

am the shepherd, inciting hatred within the populace