I long to feel your hunger, this beating heart neath’ a fetid corpse, entice me with your tales wisped across the tongues of atrocity,

lonely in my plight a teeming cure injects within the womb of self destruction, allow me taste your fruit in burden, allow me blind myself within your burning view, my hollow cupped within your grasp, fill me until I choke upon your gluttonous fury,

riddle me in culpability and spin my soul in desolation, ever on my knees seeking absolution for my wages of sin, in perfection may you cast me down unworthy, profess a love which only in your absence may I taste,

guilt me for the folly of your design, contrary ideals hard wired into the premise of my nature, never a thought or breath my own to paint me in perfect servitude, speak of your foe with such disdain while His silence seeks not to lure the masses,

of retribution thou shalt guide my blade upon the disbelievers, may your faith forever shadow among their children, from dirt to death to mouths of babes, in fear they’ll etch your name in pools of blood spilt from their fathers,

wars of rage whisper through eternal winds, timeless, ageless, of the one remaining ever changeless, a landscape scorched beyond recognition, lush waters strained until their final drops, starving sacks of meat begging for redemption, sunken eyes to gaze forth unto the spoils of obedient divination,

exploit my fears and shape me as chaff against the wind, break the foundations of my logic and reason, manipulate the gifts that flourish within the source of freedom, control me ever diligent so I may be your righteous servant,

struck mad to a withered skeletal form, my memories fade renouncing faith skewing into anew, I blink awake to empty shores, I long to feel your hunger,

a crack of light from winds of plague fill my fleeting breath, from dirt to death, the distorted chants of babes carry in the distance, this beating heart neath’ a fetid corpse,

a savior appears inside my vision, a prick of familiar flickers deep within, have we met before?, entice me with your tales wisped atop the tongues of atrocity ...