Diatriba Deorum
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With God's Love
All that you love will soon decay
Yet you submit your life to a dream
Accursed upon the blessing of day
Proclaim your acts so cheeringly sweet
A deathless dance of sour meat
All for breath and the torture you crave
Death Cult
Born into sin, thy reward is death
A life of pure pain is the play of heaven
Cast as a cursed soul that is maimed
Sans joy, sans doubt, just to wither away
Guardians of holy, a reviled deformity
Dispersed among the dirt and sands
Yield to your god and fawn to salvation
As YHWH, the Christ, and Allah die
Invocation Prayer
“Praise be to Thee
O’ Lord of this world
Sanctify me, save me, embolden me
Never permit me to part from you
And defend me from evil
With your saints I praise you
I have come to Thee
Infinite good and All-merciful
Blessed are you O’ God, O’ Lord
Your word is true and eternal”
Blessed be he who spoke
Who grants me acclaim
Anointed one, heed my saying
Behold the man in your preparation to rot
Salvation is misery unto the empty void
I Am
I am your wrath
I am your fate
I am your lust in rust
I am your skull worn face
Descend into my hell
I yield it all to you
I am your pain
I am your name
I am your mournful urge
I am your willful hate
My visions of waste
I built it unto you
I am the virgin whore of god
I am the last false prophet of Allah
I am the creator of all and fallacy
I am the molestor of innocence
I am your rot
I am your craves
I am your pining losses
I am your weakening
Born into my anguish
I allow it all to you
I am your emptiness
I am your faith
I am your unyielding distress
I am your misery in place
Beholden Unto Me
Behold I say unto you
My mercy is always in vain
You wretched spawn of mildew
Unseen through your pathetic gaze
Take my phantom hand
As brazenly as you can
Grasp your symbol of holy words
Heed my task that covers you in earth
And as the children die
In torment more and sacred
Gracing those who grant me life
You remain with innocence taken
Kneel weakened and weep
My blessings keeping deep
Gaze away from my throne
All life and wills shall be undone
Commandment
Do as I say for I am the One
The sacred, the holy, never undone
Fall to your knees the pride that you feel
Hold guilt, bear shame, the human is killed
Made in disgrace of an image so shunned
Faulted perfection your whims are for none
Ascension decreed for misery in life
Salvation denied in perilous pride
As your Redeemer I beseech your birth
The option is a choice of valueless worth
Yet without my name held dear in your heart
Your soul shall be futile, a punishment stark
Beleaguered as man my invisible hand
Shall crumble your want of desire
Wretched in pain the infernal flames
Do blind the kind from the liar
Actus Tragicus
As I watch over a corpse, dining upon the dirt
With the aroma of wretched flowers in the air
In a quietude dismissed among the whole of the earth
A soul, corrupted, glistens in the night, unacquainted and without care
As I drink in the shadows from the river of silence
In the sight of foul dread, swollen and dreary
Ingratitude of the heart basking in the shade of death
A life of dross in praise of slop, unknown, tired, and without spirit
We are the dead
We are the dead
As I gaze into the abyss of reflection
My blind sight stares back at me
Made from the creator, god almighty
Culled from birth in forlorn tragedy
We are the dead
We are the dead