Rebellious Sinner #1

We were wrought to praise
In flesh and bone
Glazed
With a soft undertone of sin
Again and again
We are damned to purge this bliss
In tarnished souls redemption.
To mention
Or to even speak this Heresy’s name
To put our lives at his claim
No dignity is left for us in salvation
Only Frustration
Frustration at the masturbation of our minds
Set to writhe in this sty of nature
Of breath
Of life.
I’ll be damned for being a man
I’ll be damned to the frostfire sands
By Him and only Him will I be damned
For being what I am…
But…
If I am doomed to be dark and damned
I’ll be the epitome of man
I’ll suffer
I’ll suffer through my mouth of ash
That speaks to Him in filth and crass
I’ll have the last laugh way beyond my epitaph
I’ll be damned...
a man forever
To the Murderer I will never
Accept my bliss as blatant sin
That I have been born in
Flesh
In bone
In suffering to the end of my days
I’d rather rot
I’ll fucking rot
Before I ever praise