Slithering like scum around us.
Keep deceiving all your minions, for each soul that speaks your name is a mark blessed upon my wall of misery.
Chapters written, unholy mistress, let me stain the cloth of man, allow my wrath and watch my right hand.
Righteousness by the mass, speak my name at last.
Snakes like thin lines of gold,
Pestering my sight and singing songs of broken fiends.
At last, this wretched defiler will know the sacraments of our guided gutterland will be torn from the schism that is the tree of putrid life.
Oppression, I’m a martyr,
Consensus, succumb to me,
Gluttony of our own blasphemy.
The words roll off the tongue like my black lungs have rolled my fate,
Breed violence, burn at this desecrated disease.
Disciples, worship me.