My vast carcass divinely interspersed with endless gorges of deterioration
A vile thirst, utterly engorged on those who plead for salvation and all thought is placed on the unfettering pursuit of self destructive adulation
Hellbound, Hopeless, Indignation
Assured of your copulation, you will learn to obey
These visions will manifest, these wounds do not forget
Your skin will mould like clay

I am the home to the abandoned, wrought in the chamber of sin
The mort rings above the pyre
The apostles look on their tears only affirm the lecherous rite
This bulbous wyrm feeding on the very gruel, infected remains of the innocent bairn
Sit you beneath my uncontested writhing throne
At last you are amongst the elect, no longer a stray

My palm like gravel against your scalp
Your flattened knees a sign of the quadruped
A mongrel who wishes to be compelled by lust
Thy arms upon unto me
Thy lord will begin to feast
I am your world and over millennia, I will break you, teach you who breathes through the salt and who washes in my blood
I will maintain my rule over the hedonistic swarm