Gospel of the Kingdom - Walking Dead On Broadway

A scenery of chaos sets the tone for your diplomacy

Bring us in the mood to find your violence attractive

Fear makes us believe

That oppression is our destiny

Silence our conscience

Convince us of our privilege by making our neighbours suffer

Scarcity, precariousness and creeping instability

Are the voices you have summoned to speak in your favour

You‘re not heralding the arrival of peace

You‘re just postponing the constant threat of war

Do you promise us relief

Once you have won the last fight

Or will you lose your credit

When the ever next victory is not in sight?

You conceptualize the rescues

As much as the plights

We are tired of your celebrations

Your solemn declarations and your gospel of self-worship

You speak of life but your words taste like ashes

You might think you are invincible

As long as we are held to think we depend on you

In adoration of the surface of sway and might

Thy kingdom shall perish

Thy will be relinquished

Oh lord

The proud shall be scattered in the thoughts of their hearts

The mighty shall be brought down from their blasphemous thrones

Oh lord

Those of humble estate shall be exalted

The hungry shall be filled with good

The rich be sent away empty handed

Their gospels desacralized

We are tired of your celebrations

Your solemn declarations and your gospel of self-worship

You speak of life but your words taste like ashes

Your glory is bizarre and your spirit is full of death

Silence our conscience

Convince us of our privilege by making our neighbours suffer

Scarcity, precariousness and creeping instability

Are the voices you have summoned to speak in your favour

You‘re not heralding the arrival of peace

You‘re just postponing the constant threat of war

You are the false angels to tell the lore of submission

You are the servants of the lord of this world

Thy kingdom shall perish

Thy will be relinquished

Inverted christ

Bringer of sacrifice

Lord of lies

You shall be replaced