The gods are cruel.
They have stripped me
Of my worthiness.
Every gift I was blessed with
They took away from me
And cast me down
From the sacred Empyrean
Where I once dwelled.
They threw me in the mud
And forsook me to die
In this accursed world
Scorned and anathematized
Condemned to live
Amongst the vilest
Most wretched race
They themselves ever created
With the sole purpose
Of punishing any being
Who dared to defy them.
The gods are wicked.
Their souls are hollow
Hearts full of conceit.
Nothing but arrogance
Fills their putrid temples
Swarmed by servile cripples
And the darkest spite
Feeds the flames upon their altars.
The gods are vain.
So called “gods”
Selfish and envious
At the dawn of time
Man created them.
But they betrayed him
And cast him down
From his own throne.
The gods are treacherous.
Long back since then
Enslaved by their lies
Miserable and ruined
Degraded and corrupted
Man crawls upon this earth
For all eternity.
The gods are ruthless.
They sheared his wings
Cropped his tongue
And spayed his sex.
The gods have no bodies
Nor tongue, nor sex
Emotionless
The gods don’t cry
The gods don’t laugh
The gods don’t bleed
The gods don’t live.
They only punish man
For having what they crave.
The gods are dead.
I am my own god
And my own slave
I am my own temple
And my own tomb.
For ever and ever.
Amen.
