Decadence is a virtue
Hope a virus that decimates sanity
This sin is controlling me
Embalming me with festering liquidity

I starve from the lack of a holy rite
Confusing salvation for putrification
Blessed water bathe me, sustain me
For the inevitable choice of savagery

Was it folly?
Or by design?
This plan of redemption paid for by the blood of man
ordered chaos
Mastication of the body
Defecation of the soul

Vomit the faith
A purge from involuntary plague
Spread by those born to the order of humanity
Twisted by the taste of immortality
Given freely by a sadistic dream

Among the screams of the trinity
Soldiers of nocturne tend fires
For the saints are pyres
A revolution for the fanatics

Cry out for help from the blessed ones
Whose vanity turns them away
From the promises of the pain they could delay
Pray to them for your worthless cause
A deity that dotes on the madness

As the kiss that drains comes to an end
I can dream
In narcissim you rule the world
Pride the path to becoming a god
Demons rejoice at the coming of their redemtion
And the dilution of the illusion of the word

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