The Great Chain at the Neck of the Earth - Monotheist

Fall into lucidity

And drink in the fear of disillusion

There is no solemn way to behold this

There is no way to escape the shock

The filter is decaying now and I see

That though He called us diamonds

These diamonds are covered in filth

The stench of our parade

Is no longer the stench of victory

The bodies I hung as trophies

Were my brothers

There is no glory in the death of men

Perceiving God I broke the souls of the fallen

Their final words never escaped my mind

At the peak of the monolith I saw

God fall and shatter into dust

But the dust did not dissipate in the wind

Nor was it washed away in the rain

His ashes would stain the valleys of my mind

The god I thought I knew only stood as an icon

The true deity would be found in the deepest trenches of fear

In the truest peaks of discovery

His image would be seen as true perfection

His image was beautiful

His image in the man with his foot to the throat of Mother Earth

The spiteful wretch reduced to a prototype

This planet made obsolete

Humanity unchained from the sinking corpse

Men standing as gods

Our legacy will not outlive our designs

And we will outlive time