Break Your Knees Genuflecting For Your Inquisitor, As If They Care
A Lament for Stolen Virtue and the Bastards Who Let It Happen
Knockin' on Hell's Door, Asking To Be Let Back In
Plunder The Bones of Your Ancestors, Pay No Heed to the Ghosts
A Bouquet of Severed Tongues Rests Upon Your Altar
The Debilitating Anxiety of Knowing We Are The Last. The Earth Will Never Again Bear Fruit
Righteous Empowerment Through the Corruption of All That is Decent and Just
Gouging Your Eyes to Blind Them to the Harm Your Hands Do
A New Messiah Rises to a Cacophony of Cheers of the Timid and Bones Rattling in Closets
And Indeed, Were the Whole Story to be Told
Meditation On The Existence Of Time In The Absence Of Change
From This Room I Gaze, I Hope, I Rot, I Extinguish Myself, I Become My Own Altar. I Judge.
