The Athiest

I dreamt that I killed God,
The blood of the world on my hands,
With thirsty eyes I yearned for more,
So I told the world that God was dead,
And I paraded his body,
Through the cobblestone streets,
And I ate up their sorrow,
As I threw Him towards the ground,
My belly full and my soul at ease,
I killed their faith and I broke their hearts,
This world gone mad, obsessed,
With meaning and purpose,
And with my bloodied sword,
I drove through the heart of everything,
Emptied the world of it all,
And laughed over the bones of my enemy,
I rode through the countryside,
Their tears were my victory,
Noone could stop me, I killed God,
With reason as my only weapon,
And I stopped to look what I had done,
The black cloud above it all,
They're all as empty as I am now,
They're all as empty as I am now.