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Enlightenment

Centuries of highest culture

When reason and progress dominated

Burnt by your fresh stupidity

Engine of ignorance

As the Austrian anti-christ used to say – "once upon a time, the ideal was perfection. Blessed by the hands of divine."

Instruments

Tools, thousands years of philosophy

Saints – angels – sacer charisma

To accept and use

The fear of perfection

Deformed visions of divine

Hell's redefined:

Everything out of me

Everything rots in me

You can't kill the grace

You can't face her, she'll never arrive

We won't/we don't deserve her embrace

Everything/everyone's formally accepted

But the anti-social lays on a pyre

Fed by spits or simple instants

You don't think about him

I'm the new heretic

I preach for a universal love and divinity in this crappy world

The wolves are keeping on running

The mankind's butchery's growing more and more

I'm the new heretic

Because the perserverant can't prevail

I dream about perfection

I dream my ideals made flesh

I dream the ruin

I pray for the apocalypse

'Cause I'll be also washed away

Like the worst bunch of cheap condemned

We'll eternally live in hell in common shit

But I'll be satisfied

Because I told you the truth

Also, the angels dig the mud

Kiss my worm – damn the world

False salvation to deform