The Lamentations of Cain
I watched, from the crags of the cliffs, as you slew the ancient trees whose spirits spoke to me to build your cities and walls, and temples to your god
I watched, from the crags of the cliffs, as you slit the throat of the spotless firstborn lamb of the sheep that you fleece and lead to the slaughter.
I watched, from the crags of the cliffs, as you drained its blood into a basin and carried it into the depths of your empty catacomb of nothingness.
I watched as you entered the most holy of holy places in your temple, where you hoard the precious jewels you have plundered from your enemies and the shiny metals you have forced your captives to dig for you.
I watched you raise the basin of blood above your head and make a toast to your blood thirsty god…spilling it on the horns of your altar.
You have elevated your self on a throne above the Earth and claimed the authority of a god above the Sun.
Who are you who dare to place yourself on a throne above the earth and divide the land into nations?
Who are you to place a crown on your head and separate the people into tribes?
Who are you to wave your scepter over the landscape, claiming possession of the land, destroying its abundance, enslaving its inhabitants, raping the earth of her bounty?
You have driven us from our homelands with the might of your hands and chased us when we escaped into the hills.
You have imprisoned and enslaved my people forcing them to serve in your kingdoms with shackles on their hands and feet.
You claim ownership over the land and parcel it out among your chosen people. commanding them to kill and plunder and destroy in your name.You pillage and burn our forests so that you can graze your sheep in the fertile pastures.
You destroy our crops and chase us into the hills and barren lands so that you can grow the grapes that you force the slaves to trample to make your wine.
You have exiled us from our homelands and driven us into the desert so that your chosen people can graze their sheep in the fertile valleys…
You lead them beside the still water as I beg outside the gates of the garden with an empty cup and outstretched hands.
You have herded my people like sheep…leading them to the slaughter, starting with the first-born.
Your rod and your staff, they oppress me.
You have turned your laws and statutes against us.
The high priest receives the choicest portions of the flesh of the first-born of our herds.
Our virgin daughters are divided among the officers like the loot and live-stock you have plundered from our villages.
Our infant children’s heads are smashed against our crumbling city walls.
My fathers children are held hostage in your camps…the feet of my children smash the grapes of the wine that you drink.
You are a savage people who worship their gold and their riches and claim the authority of a god that requires blood for the remission of sins.
You care only for blood, meat, and wine. You are slaves to your stomachs and your genitals. You are a child of darkness and you will return to Sheol.
Cursed be your name among men Oh Lord of the locusts!
this knee will not bow!
I will stand, in the garden, naked and unashamed with my fist raised in defiance.
This knee will not bow!
My tongue will confess allegiance to no God and no man will be my master!
Wake up you sleepers and beat your plowshares into swords.
We will be oppressed and scorned no more.
Arise, the day has come,
Prepare yourselves for war.
Cursed be your god and nations…
Repent on your knees in sackcloth and ashes.
Plead for your lives for what you have done.
You will burn for your transgressions.
The ghosts of those whose lives you have taken will chase you to the depths of Sheol..
the spirits of those whose hands you have imprisoned behind bars will testify against you..
you will be haunted by every drop of blood you have shed in the name of your false god
Your empires will crumble
your cities will burn
your lives will be taken from you like a thief that comes in the night,
carving out your calloused hearts leaving you an empty catacomb of nothingness.
The blood of my people cries out from the ground
there is justice on their lips…
the martyrs beneath the altar cry out for restitution…
the earth is thirsty for an offering…
the warriors will rise from the ashes and the prophets will cast away their sackcloth of sorrow…
from the bones of the martyrs they will fashion swords that cut to the marrow
the scribes will write their letters with the blood of their oppressors …
the rivers will run red as the wind whispers thru the willows…
Revolution.
THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW”
I arose at the witching hour and followed the snake to the west…past the guards at the gates of Eden… I smiled as I slit their throats and watched the blood spill down their breastplates… Eyes wide…walking dead men…reach out your hands as I slip a knife between your ribs and carve out your empty heart…empty catacombs of nothingness…
You have made an oath to your god and your brotherhood to defend laws and statutes written by evil men who have long returned to the dust from which they came…
You transgress the law of Love and thwart the true order of the Cosmos, imposing your demonic false authority with weapons and warfare…
You have sinned against the One and the All…
You will be chastised for every moment of freedom that you have taken away from another man…
You will be punished seven times over for every time you have imposed your false authority over another mans free will.
You have enslaved your own brothers, leading them into captivity in chains, raping them of their freedom and turning your back to their suffering women and children.
Curses be upon your heads.
You will be banished into a lake of fire for your transgressions.
You will no longer rule over my people with an iron rod.
Your kingdom will fall.
your empires will crumble.
The day of judgement is nigh.
You will be cast from your throne and you will slither on your belly in the dust…
and I will crush your head with my heel.
I will raise up an army against you and cut off all seven of your heads you filthy beast of Babylon.
You will oppress my people no more.
I will wander to and fro about the earth and travel up and down upon it…
your rod and your staff shall not lead me or correct me and I will not dash my foot upon a stone…
no weapon forged against me shall prevail for I am more than a conqueror.
I do what I will…
I will harm none lest they tread on me…
I will not divert anyone from their path against their will or impede their movement..
I will wander freely with no fear of detainment or molestation…
Though you do not recognize my rights I will not be powerless
though you exile me I will not be dispossessed
I will wander into the land of Nod with the mark of Cain on my back
no hand shall smite me
my foot will not be dashed upon a stone.
I will stand in the midst of the garden, naked and unashamed with my fist raised in defiance. THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW!
…the warrior prophets inscribe their letters with the blood of their oppressors.
They spell RESTITUTION.
You may run but you can’t hide.
Your sins will find you out.
The law of restitution will not be thwarted by your false authorities.
Justice will prevail and you will pay for your sins.
You’ve created your own gods and devils.
You have divided the land and exiled your brothers into the barren desert to be eaten by vultures.
You have destroyed their cities and plundered their villages.
You have killed their women and children in the name of your god.
The day of Judgment is at hand.
The blood of the slain cry’s out from the ground.
The oppressed have united against you.
Action to reaction, the pendulum swings
You have cast the arch-angel from heaven
You have banished Adam from the garden
You exiled Hagar and Ishmael into the wasteland.
You have claimed possession over that which you have no right to possess.
Brood of vipers! who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come?
Your father is the devil. I am I am God’s Son.
I will return with a double-edged sword to cut off the heads of the kings and the lords
The blood of my people cries out from the ground.
Let my people go.
I have come to release the prisoners from captivity.
Your slaves will go free
your soldiers will return to their homes
your empire will crumble
the remnant will run into the hills and forests
the children of the earth will dwell in the caves and the holes in the ground
Your towers will crumble to the ground
your temples will burn….
You have exiled, reviled and persecuted us..
chasing us into the barren lands
invading our encampments
and ransacking our cities and villages
destroying our crops
stealing our livestock,
killing our women and children in cold blood
and dividing the young virgins among your highest ranks.
We will slit the throats of the guards at the gates of the garden of Eden…
we will drain their blood into their helmets
and carry it to the highest peaks and offer their blood as a sacrifice..
pour it on the horns of the altar…
The blood of my people cries out from the ground.
The warriors of the lost tribe of Cain will unite and stand as one army against you.
We have wandered aimlessly in the desert for too long.
We are the prophets of the lost tribe of Cain. We have come to bring light into the darkness. We are children of the Sun. Our mother is the Earth, and those of the earth are our brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers. We are all of One spirit, One Life, One Soul within us all. We desire only to live in peace and harmony with the Earth and all beings. We have not separated ourselves from you, You have separated yourselves from us.
The prophets will rise up, and they will inscribe their letters with the blood of their oppressors…
We will restore justice where there has been only injustice,
we will restore order from the Chaos that you have created
. We will bring Truth where there has been only lies.
We are messengers of light.
We are children of the Sun.
We will overcome the darkness with the power of the center of the sun, the very same spirit that causes our hearts to beat.
We will stand and we will fight…
WE will not shrink from death to defend our people and our homeland, the Earth.
Your false order will not prevail. The law of restitution will not be thwarted.
Brood of Vipers, Spawn of Satan, Who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come?
