Anarchy Forever

Born of pride, somewhere in heaven

In a heart filled with unimaginable darkness

The thought arose in the anarchist’s mind

“I will ascend and become like the Most High!”

The firstborn offspring of the father of lies

How this could happen, I can’t explain - yet I can’t deny

Cast out, cast down forever - anarchists all

This act of rebellion would lead to an even greater fall

Nothing new under the sun

Still the same garden variety, ancient lie

Sown subtly, in secrecy in each beating, believing heart

Each an enlightened, modern version of the once Most High

It’s my purpose to rip out foundations

To lift myself up as I tear everything else down

And dwell supremely in my own creation

Where I live and create whatever I will

I redefine all definitions

In submission - or opposition - truth stands still

With the obvious clearly hidden

The work is nearly done

Truth is an outdated concept

Its time has come and gone

My children and my children’s children

Will soon be going home

A family that forever lies

Anarchists everyone

Who spent their lives in blind opposition

Destroying everything they touched

With fiery, selfish conviction, the passion wildly rages

Flames are waiting for us as we will soon collect our wages

We’ll forever be together

To remember all we’ve done

We’ll forever be together

Anarchists every one

“Then he will say to those on his left ‘Depart from me you `who are cursed,

into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.’” (Matthew 25:41)