Behold A Pale Horse

So close all along,
Let's tremble to the silent drone
And wander through the wreckage
As the day slips into night,
Take care not to speak
Of the illness that slowly creeps
Into the order on man.
For without this we are lost.
Still you wonder is it worth the fight?
Does it make a difference
Who is wrong and who is right?
I've known all along,
The secrets kept in the protocol.
We all are agents of sickness,
A conspiracy of frailty,
So lost in the guilt,
Let's worship the idols built to ease
The pain of creation
And to grant us immortality,
Still we wander into foreign lands,
In search of power we don't understand.
So i pray now for the ending of the lie.
And the darkness will perpetuate the night,
So I wait now for the ending of the lie.
The protocol of the elder code will rule.
Bow down in fear.
Pray for the end of the lie.
You never wanted someone
To tell you how to survive.
You never asked for help
With the conflicts of this life.
The black tongue of the orphaned son
Will speak, bow to its grace,
the whore will ignore the law of vice.
Bow to this sin.