Feast like no other: Part 2

"Run, hide, devour everything and everyone.
Take  the sky the sky of morning calm, serene and awake.
The world you are a part of is gone but not forgotten.

Still, kill and will the will if man
stained in the blood of God.

Eat, beat, speak
speak the word, endless noise
endless void of inglorious days.

Days of black and white-
Skies of black and white-
Stars of black and white.

Purple caravans in heaven-
             Is the king still awake?
             is everything you care about in one hand?
You live and yet you dare scream in pain when you bleed?

This is the dance of matter,
The dance of matter, energy and such.
    Come one, come all, the party is upon us.

    Move, groove and do as much as your heart wants-
Grass? Coke? Pills?
You name it, we got it.
It's a party on God's throne
and he is not there.

Make the world what you will
and make it good for the moment you wake up
he will...

            ...spank you."

"Glory, story, worry.
Done and dusted.

Honest.

Run down, moldy and abandoned.
Who are you to tell me how to live my life?
Your judgment stings,
and your wound stinks.
Energy avoids you,
and your affair with everywhere pulled you
until you gave in.

Adorn, torn, worn.
Dusty, tattered clothes.
An ego held together by the once present ethos
now bound by the strings of hope.

Strings wrapped around strings,
Strings wrapped to form a noose,
now close your eyes and pray."