Ruin Of The Beast (Delopoulos Steven)

Look up old friend Watch the ruin of the beast On the top of hill Being slain by the prodigal son For the glory and the making of His will Being bound by His hand Being lifted and shifted and molded from sand. They sliced off His head And rolled in His blood And wrote on the walls "We've escaped the big flood" But highways to byways and oceans to creeks The silence was screaming Aching and steaming Hoping for one soul to listen at least Never a whimper, never a notion They banned all seduction, not even an ocean It’s castles to ruins, motion to cease They sliced off His head for the ruin of the beast They signed a petition that marked out the ground Saying, "This half is lost, and this half is found. He's to be tossed, she's to be crowned, and so on and so forth their future was bound." The lawyers and statesmen shook hands and agreed Smiled for the photo and planted a seed Crammed in some tears, said a quick prayer Mumbled some lines like, "We'll clean up the air We'll blow up some stars, and detox the tar!" He mumbled then burped then jumped in his car And never again was the beast in their story They buried the past in all of its glory Never a whimper, never a notion They banned all seduction, not even an ocean Well its castles to ruins and motion to cease They sliced off his head for the ruin of the beast But silently wreaking off the dust from his hair From the mist off the ground And the fog in the air From highways to byways, oceans to creeks You can hear the refrain of the prodigal beast Never a whimper, never a notion They banned all seduction, not even an ocean Well its just castles to ruins and motion to cease They sliced off his head for the ruin of the beast