Visions bleak, fortified in maiming cold.
Enthralled by ancient conjured vociferations.
Insignificant, miserable lives are unable to repel
their forthcoming violent death.
Tempestous sermonizers’ breath chimes
a funeral dirge of an ungodly tome.
We – who deny the gift of life… Shall be the judging blade.
We – who walk illumined paths, Shall herald the hallowed prophecy.
The epitome of garish forgiveness inverts
to a pale countenance of horrid torments.
Compassion, citadel of heavens abode,
tonelessly crumbles to redeeming indifference.
We – who are Lords above your God, witness the final prayer
Tempestous sermonizers’ breath howles a funeral dirge of an ungodly tome.
We – who are ancient aristocrats are mankinds scourge.
… for there is no other god besides the I…