With tongues as daggers, they chased me away
With venom dripping freely from their odious mouths they poisoned my spirit
With a slavering yearn they court the fires that burnt the trees of this my kingdom
A palace of nature now a smoldering void
And on they crept crucifying me with jeers
No more than a hated canvas of flesh
Silent meadows once blessed and serene now stand
As abyssal ruins where plagues of crosses have strolled
Once was I a servant of the flesh and soul of the world
Now utterly shunned and disgraced by the blindness of acolytes of that divine falsehood
A cosmic cloud of smoke worshiped by vermin
A confession of hubris
An intrusion upon hermit
Forever engraved across the grey waste of this world
Is the hollow mockery of their stain and it poisons them all
