Empire of Poisoned Grails

Your weakness is to be abandoned by your God, and God is made of shrapnel and butchered flesh. Where being a follower is considered virtue, it was your "savior" who gave the Romans the power to rape you. So I poisoned all grails and inverted all crosses, their papacy and their pope have reached the end of their shroud. Stare into my abyss, turn your other cheek to receive my kiss (my words were the ones that raped you in front of your God), your weakness is to stand alone.

Freedom reigns in dying alone, you are free to walk in the ways of darkness where no Roman can go. Reborn without a grail and without a soul, rise above society's control.