The Apocalypse Is Coming, But Never Came & The Man Of Blood Is In The Sky

The Apocalypse Is Coming, But Never Came

by Charles E S Fairey

The Apocalypse is Coming

But never came,

The Holy Men are drumming

Yet it’s still the same,

The Apocalypse is Coming they sing

Yet no fire and brimstone, nothing!

We heed their preaching every damned year

Some still live in ultimate fear,

But many have awoken to an anticlimax

And still have to go out earning for the tax,

We’re bored Preacher Man

For the lies you spread, God Damn!

Come On if it’s Coming, invent it,

Create it, destroy it,

But please don’t make everything fit,

We all live in a state of flux

We don’t need you to cook the books,

Please please don’t preach from the pulpit

With lies of the End as if you’re from the Pit,

Why not preach of moral respect so that we may live it

Instead of false glory of ending it,

We live in hope, faith and charity

We don’t want to hear all day of eschatology,

So instead of the End that you preach

Why not bitch of the Waye of the Lord teach,

Fire and brimstone and the Apocalypse happens everyday

Yet you Preacher Man are transfixed that the End is Nigh!

The Apocalypse is just a lie

It’s not the End, it’s just the unveiling of the Eye,

It happens every day and the End is just a lie,

The End is not Nigh,

So Preacher Man tell us another lie

We all know we all going to die

But you’ll fuckin’ fry!

I went through the End the other night,

It was not the End, just a new Beginning,

The night ended with the dawn of daylight,

And the birds were singing,

So pull the other one Preacher Man

And with the Devil you’ll be damned!

The End is Nigh so the Preacher Men say

For sin we must cry and this is the day,

Well I say and pray that we must not be tempted by the Devil’s Prophet

And life we must live and love it,

For the Day of Reckoning, is for them and their lies

And with a smile and laughter we must sever our ties,

For they are weak and bleating, anything to make them win,

Yet it is not us but them full of sin,

The End is Nigh the Preacher Man shall cry

But it is not us, but them who shall die!

How many eschatons have we all survived

Yet has anyone by God’s hand really died?

No one has cried the End has Come

Yet it is believed by some!

Pack up your Bible and go to the desert son

For the Preacher Man you became is Kingdom Done!

The Apocalypse is Coming

But never came,

The Holy Men are drumming

Yet it’s still the same,

The Apocalypse is Coming they sing

Yet no fire and brimstone, nothing!

The Man Of Blood Is In The Sky

by Charles E S Fairey

The Man of Blood is in the sky

Appeared to the Prophets and Men of Olde,

His forewarning of Armageddon does not lie

For with the Four Horsemen he rode.

We looked up like fools, us, mankind

Led by the blindest of the blind,

Like lambs we led ourselves to slaughter

We never thought of what would be the future.

We must be careful of what we worship unheeded

For we did not look up in reverence, but down,

How many now by their own ignorance be bleeded

For it was not the Goddess but the Devil's frown,

It was the Man of Blood the prophets knew,

The blind followed the blind, all without a clue.

What now the World enquires of the Prophet

Of those that knew something was wrong,

What is blood when by the gods moonlit

And what will come and for how long?

It is said it will take another 18 years

For this spectacle to repeat itself again,

The number should be heeded it is your fears

And what will come in the storm and the rain?

How many few realised until it was over

Of what this Man of Blood signified,

When in hindsight the mind was a little sober,

Oh the ancients for centuries symbolised,

Of this Sign so terrible we should have known

But as always the silence is louder than trumpets blown!

Oh how blind we were of what came to pass

Seldom did we realise the End Time had come,

Those that looked up, the slaughter has,

For the Doomsday we feared had begun.

All we can do now is watch with fright

What comes from our embrace of Death,

And only those with a faithful heart might

Listen to the Word as whispered by Holy Breath,

And conquor the cold shoulder of eternal night

And praise we did not worship bloodlight.

The Man of Blood is in the sky

Appeared to the Prophets and Men of Olde,

His forewarning of Armageddon does not lie

For with the Four Horsemen he rode.

"What Shall Be Was Written,

For These Are Now The Days Of Armageddon."

"The Preacher Man Blew Too Many Times

But Crying Wolf Is True Sometimes!"