My Bloody You

Are we not like you?
Are we so untrue?
         We are Flesh and Blood, and Sin
         We are Flesh and Blood, again,
                   We are the Darkness of your Heart,
Isn't it just like you?
A perfect image in a crimson hue,
         And you have brought it all,
         Opened the endless maw,
                   And we shall feast in full,
                   Are you not cannibal?
And damn it all for you,
Consume the world for you,
                I am the Reflection of your Heart,
         For the time has come,
         For deliverance,
                   This is the judgement you shall carry upon your back,
                   That the culmination of your sins have painted black,
         And is it not like you?
         Is it not untrue?
A perfect image in my crimson hue,
A blood-spatter you,
My perfect You