• Don't run, don't hide.
    It knows all, for in the omnipotent it doth confide.
    He sits and watches through bleeding eyes,
    he sees all truth that you have buried with lies.
    All things, both tainted and pure.

    Through his bleeding gaze,
    He sees the sorrow during the end of days.
    In lies mankind doth hide.
    He rips this open and dispells mankinds pride.

    So sycophants be aware,
    Of his cold, unblinking stare.
    For his hands are knives,
    ones that have cut into all of our lives.

    Those wicked, cold claws,
    That destroy mankind's stone set laws.
    He is above you, above all.
    It hurts ever harder when he falls.

    But when he reaches the earth below,
    His wrath all mortals shall soon know.
    For his ears capture all sound.
    He knows where you hide, you will be found.

    His mouth hides a thousand screams,
    Voices so loud they can break time's seams.
    His teeth are like cold nails,
    Just to add to his apocalyptic wails.

    His skin like smooth gold,
    Bourne to destroy both young and old.
    His blood like hot lead,
    Made to pour into both living and dead.

    In the end all will know,
    That he hides man's great sorrow.
    For they created him, with their wars and their hate.
    Now he is their dark fate.

    So enjoy the time you have, for it will not last,
    Enjoy the time you have, for when it has passed.
    You will think of the begining, the end, and the between.
    As you meet your end at the hands of The God Machine.