The Day After ‘Trinity’

On the day divinity rejects the order
They'll bend the mirrors back unto the gift of fire
That reflects in the master's eye
They'll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer
Feast or Famine
The wage of sin is Death

Hold them like a teething child
And show them the sins of their fathers
Waste them, and their waste to the world
And collapse, as madmen lead the blind

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how do your gardens grow?"
A failed womb, of their ART
Early ripe, early rotten

And the world is rotten; like a fallen fruit

Ring the war chime
Violently project it inside
The fanged chasm; A hellscape colossus
That bleeds them like fucking swine

[And] On the day divinity rejects the order
They'll bend the mirror back where at last
They'll drag the whore through the sceptered isle
They'll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer
On the day that never ends
At Jornada del Muerto

At this tilting plateau of diminishing grace
Salvation is sought where the sun yields
No sanctuary