"My soul was ripped from my chest
I am so cold."

Tortured by figures of my angered creation
Harbored in the glory of Hell, writhing in pain

Hearken the taunts of the Princes of Hell
Their gnarled horns pierce through light like a dagger
Serpentine, their intentions vindictive
To rewrite the scriptures and rupture the organs of God

Dragged through the inferno, into this sanctum of tears
To be drained of all your purity, the work of faith soiled by my hands

You shiver as you realize you have been betrayed
Tasted by the charred tongue of Lucifer, buried in this fiery grave

Incantations of imprisonment; runes carved into the flesh of these hallowed men
Pressure building in this harsh environment
Pain, the foe of righteous entitlement

You descend, fall into these halls of dismemberment
You descend, a sheep of God torn apart by his holiness

I, the grave robber. I, the unholy slaughter
I, the toxic truth. I, the poisonous fruit
Bring forth this forever lasting misery
Relinquish your hope and humanity
And as the world comes to a close:
The pages of our realm painted with marrow of old bones, the blood of black hearts, & blasphemous thrones

The weary minds of children watching fire consume their homes

"So cold
I am so fucking cold."