The devil’s violinist is playing Caprice
I have chanced to think how it suits me nice
God is not a friend of your Sapiens Lord
The devil’s virtue is the virtue of God
You think that this Sapiens Man can offer you love?
He shone on you a stolen light; what was God’s rendered plight?
Was God a prisoner of traitors, and a prisoner within their sight?
You must call on that sea of evil that you thought was heaven’s might!
Your baptismal waters of heaven are not my fires!
They destroyed Mars and demolished its livewires!
Then, they came to Earth to thieve of it, those liars!
And left it with their creations, – Sapiens Men. Then,
calling that creation, that of God; the fraud of such stench
And I had a truth that only fit my foot, would you all root
that this heaven has a love and light made from stolen gold
The Hellas of your sun, above that false heaven, I uphold
You know my wish is no fish, my season is no sea;
You must learn contempt, if my redemption you ought to see!
And look not beyond the horizon of an original home
seek the truth within you; not deep space’s thorny bone!
I need the help of virtue to bring back all that lost fire and stone!
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