Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
We are forever caught in a titanic tussle between the forces of evil, that of the morally right, and the judgement of our ancestors, it is almost as these other worldly entities have us trapped in a see-through prism, a triangular attack which places us in danger, the feeling of mortality disturbingly close, too close for comfort.
For whom do we blame when we finally admit that the Devil is dead
and that God stopped caring after all.
There is no fire laden pit in which the cackle of a billion tortured lives
are heard screaming in agony and the taste of lingering sulphur
is a dietary supplement in which
to atone for the lack of space provided by a misdirected deed,
the ramblings of a sad lonely woman or the heresy of the scheming miser.
The Devil is dead…
he died a brutal death, in agony and with his forked tongue