The Heretic

We´ve Turned Into Saints

The Heretic


…And thus there broke the plagues 
Through the cardinal points that take in the Earth, 
And unloaded their filthy presents 
Over those that hoped they would never be damned, 
Thus the Vatican got crowded with rats 
That reduced the opulence to firewood 
And gnawed with lust its foundations, 
So was how they freed us from the greed. 

And raised to the sky to dwell on the right of God 
They jumped towards the sky turned into saints. 

Thus the locust infected the churches and chewed with hunger 
The Holy Habits and the Sacred Forms, the Chalice and the Wafer, 
They slipped deep inside the icons to fertilize them 
And were painted in luxurious chapels spiritualized. 

With their unfolded wings and their compounded jaws, 
So was how the desert locust turned into saint. 

It was time for a new dawn in which to settle the accounts 
It was time for split water seas and of cities set on fire. 

The disinherited took up their arms 
To pay back on the same bloody coin 
The first world that had bleed them dry… 
And they left us the starvation, 
The doom and all that we have though 
That was theirs by designation. 

Dignity rose up as our world gone 

One day a huge threatening finger 
Turned up right from the sky, 
Aimed at the world with contempt: 

"Don't fear me, sons from the earth, 
I've came back to put you all in your place 
I will reward to those who try out the faith 
Of the word, day by day". 

And so was that the shameless wealthy, 
The corrupt rulers and The Heretic… 
Turned into saints.