The purge and urge
Of judge and jury scourge
Stand before the pious executioners
Sin discourse
"Engrave my name in their black grimoire
Of content"
Sacred sanctity of fear held strong and crept
"Defiled ideals of what I left
Though I shall not writhe
Beneath less colder scythe"
"Control those who strayed from from his..."
The lust eyed surged for the faithful flamed
Ancient peers tickled riddled tongue of plagues
Plainchant priest gave praised
For demons came
"Unleashed foul beast to feast from master's wrath
Of those who strayed far from his path
Beyond vistas and darker pasts"
"Infest bloodlust
Held against in what I trust
For at my trial did he regasp
They yearned and begged for what he asked"
Unsheathed the lies, repent, unmasked!
"Their stare beyond compare
Clutching crown of ancient prayer
Engrossed despair"
And I accept my last breath
A call to arms is what was left
As I synchronized to the frequency of death
"All the crimes divine that were left behind
Left a scar through time narrowed by the blind
Swelling further bound by what was mine
Found left drowned in bitter wine"
"The lucid mourn, feeding off my scorn
Unclean defeat for the next unborn
Heed the creed that I forewarned
In vain to crest the uninformed
Concede that need to feed
The logic that I bleed
Accept one my last breathe
Subsequent to the fallacy thereafter death"
Sacred sanctity of fear held strong and crept
"Defiled ideals of what I left
Though I shall not writhe
Beneath less colder scythe"
"Control those who strayed from from his..."
"The lucid mourn, feeding off my scorn
Unclean defeat for the next unborn
Heed the creed that I forewarned
In vain to crest the uninformed
Concede that need to feed
The logic that I bleed
A call to arms is what was left
As I synchronized to the frequency of death"
"All the crimes divine that were left behind
Left a scar through time narrowed by the blind
Swelling further bound by what was mine
Found left drowned in bitter wine"
"Is the prospect of truth enough to keep awake
Or has that yearn for deceit now sealed your fate
Convenient narrative ellipsis or a somnambulant state?"