Cosmic Love

If the road to destruction is wide
keep me to your narrow path oh Lord

use me to usher the few
into the dirt of your kingdom

for I'd rather not witness the walking dead
zombies delight in misery

a fleeting hope in vanity
chasing the wind with perfect glee

holding nothing with passionate fire
celebrating a rotting mire

bollocks ingesting and eating thier mind
this lot will not be born again inside


So keep me my lord lost in your cosmic arms
this world is rotating dead
we all need perfect love