Sent down from above, I am no angel.
My folked tongue bleeds nothing but
hate.
Pure hate.
The path of the divine has long been forgotten
and his
earth will remain a frozen wasteland.
Working my way through the chaos that i
have created.
Folked tongues flicker casting sweet blasphemy.
I wade amongst
a sea of serpents, in snakes I bath
Oh Serpentine creature.
Bless me with
the wealth of pure darkness.
For I have enslaved his kingdom in your
name,
excreted his remains upon his holy land.
As I lay in a blanket of
scales.
A widening grin smeared upon my face.
I bathe in the tides I have
created.
As I watch his legacy turn to ash.
Oh Serpentine creature.
Bless
me with the wealth of pure darkness.
For I have enslaved his kingdom in your
name,
excreted his remains upon his holy land.
I am pure f*****g
hate.
Just like your saviour, your world is
condemned.
