The Chosen One

When your passions are spent and your lust is dead,
And the wonders of heaven fill your heart and your head,
Your soul comes crashing through its layers of flesh,
Spewing guts and glory in a magnificent mess,
Then put on your boots and pick up your gun,
It’s time for some good old-fashioned fun,
Pray softly now, don’t scream or shout,
And let god show you how to blow their fucking brains out.

When your sins are cleansed and your body is pure,
And the love of god heals you like some miracle cure,
You slice open your heart amidst chantings and cries,
And offer it as a sacrifice to insects and flies,
Then feel the power of your faith in its agony and bliss,
Walk into your neighbours house and make them swallow your piss,
You are the chosen one and you’re gonna show them all,
The angels of mercy will bless you when you fall.

New Delhi.