Mine ancestral passenger withers at the heart of this world
His flesh hexed by swarms of crosses
I knew of whence his pain was born from the hideous claim
They'd lain through seasons that burnt
From the brightest blue to the most hideous grey
Mine own craft sought to rip them from the world
Those devils dressed in the skin of angels
What a fraudulence they were
Cloaked in their dreary finery and bleating
For something that was never there to hear them anyway
My mouth summoned the plagues to the blight their flesh
And now triumvirate I stand here
For I am my own god
A caricature of divinity
Mine ancestral passenger has now faded into the ether never to return
And I shall not mourn his passing
