Morbid Angel - Garden Of Disdain

No God will claim this garden Too sickening to the eyes to see this Long ignored my words of warning From the world I built, erased So it shall know no peace in my time In absence of my voice for guidance In the absence of my hand and whip Grew the absence of the knowing Unknowing Grew the absence and grew the festering A boiling abscess that Was sure to burst with failure From a distance I have observed Minding my slaves like children Absorbing your petty struggles Disgusted by your petty lives I have witnessed your sleight of hand I was betrayed by you many times I have craved to bring forth my vengeance I have yearned to dismantle this World of unfathomed treasures This garden disgraced by man Your ways despised by beasts and gods alike All gods agree your ways must end They have waited long to see this You claim to not need my guidance Yet you reach for my hand and plead Obsessed with your futile struggles You are mistaken to think I feel From a distance I have observed Minding my slaves like children Absorbing your petty strife Disgusted by your petty life All gods have left this garden These gods have left in shame Dismissed and long forgotten This world of useless being This endless festering