Surrounded by throngs of followers
Worship me as a graven image
An omage to today's society
A sad statement, tasting of bloodsweat and tears
I am NoThing, therefore I am all
Bow before my cowardice as I lurk in thriving darkness
Pay no mind to the child of a man behind the screen
Twisting the cords to my whim
Dance, puppets dance
As I sing a song of torment and refused refuge of refuse
Scrape your knees in my name
Bludgeon your flesh for my pleasure
I will be your galvanized god, pagan and primordial
Cathar and Catholic, partake of me, as I take from you
Allow my blessings to fracture your psyche
Dipped in sweet words of forced atrition for as-yet commited sins
Tithe me with lies, for the world is built on half truths
I will be half a man, less than a worm
More than you could ever dream
Entwine your hopes and fears with ephemeral thorns
This anguish is what I revel
A hopeless case
A harbinger of Chaos
Love me for what I'm not
And hate me for what I am.
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