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
