The Black Dahlia Murder
Their Beloved Absentee
Alpha Omega, I am the creator
Deemer of all that shall be
Hypothesis human, destruction imminent
Transpiring accordingly

Alpha Omega, the giver and taker
The paradox of life and death
The world is my oyster, my powers I bolster
I'll gamble 'til nothing is left

The human invention created dissention
Disrupter of poor Mother Earth
For my sick entertainment I'll ring that old rag
Squeezing her for what she's worth

Lo and why they worship me
Their beloved absentee?
Not even as their God can the answer I find

Not just hands but a will
Not just hearts but could feel
With such weight it's no wonder they've killed
Driven mad by the power I've instilled

With the hands to create
They could only unmake
With the potential to love
Man's emotion soured by hate
Alpha Omega, the broken and breaker
I am the one of law bereft
How petty their prayer, an annoyance their voices
My goblet spills forth as I laugh

The human invention evaded abortion
But damned himself before his birth
For my sick entertainment I'll lend not a nod
Gawking from safety in jovial mirth

Lo and why they worship me
Their corrupted absentee?
Though they've called me their God, there's no truth I can find

More than instinct a fire
More than guts a desire
With such a burden
It's a shame they can't deal
Gone insane from insatiable will

With the eyes to behold
They only wanted to lie
With the potential to grow unrestrained
They cast a bullet to promptly put straight through their brains

Humanity, a notion poisoned, gone astray
Creatively paved their ashen ways to early graves
Like the rats they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh, I know that it hurts
Your sadistic voyeur of a God is entertained
Like a high-heeled shoe
Crushing the praying mantis form
To the taking of life I've been desensitized
By unending waves of unfathomable automated porn

Their life is a disease
I've created the damnedest of plagues
I await now their end with a most bated breath
Remorseless I am for the monster I have made

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Humanity, a notion poisoned, gone astray
Creatively paved their ashen ways to early graves
Like the rats they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh, I know that it hurts
Your sadistic voyeur of a God is entertained