The Broken Wings of a Hud-Hud

Heaven dreamers are the fallen dusky woe
Like blinded orphaned spirits with no place to go

If God exists
He exists to murder
To glut upon blood
To gloat upon terror
The broken wings of a Hud-Hud

Babies of Palestine are cast in the abyss
By Jews who offer tithes of perishable bliss

If God exists
He exists to laugh
To feast upon chaos
To caw over woe
The broken wings of a Hud-Hud

We speak different tongues but gazе on the same stars
& when wе die, our eyes will close at last
We praise different Gods but breathe the same air
We are born unclothed & feel the pain of despair

If God exists
He exists to whimper
To spit upon humanity
To praise inhumanity
The broken wings of a Hud-Hud
The broken wings of a Hud-Hud
The broken wings of a Hud-Hud awake
The broken wings of a Hud-Hud arise

Chase the foolery of submissive faith
Seek the absurdity of divine justice
Our primary lust is hatred incarnate
Consumed with a lust to enslave
Our moral weakness our cancer within
We create the unspeakable delusions
With rituals to cast the pain away