Why are the good taken, and We sinners left here?
What oblivion awaits that they are called rewarded?
I wonder if it is not some heaven or hell,
But simply the release from this tight empty shell,
A release from the trials We are on from birth.

I am not the man that I was born to be,
And certainly not My mother's son.
She had in her veins the salt of the sea,
But still produced a sorry wretch like Me.
I will pray that her gods will pardon her for this sin.

I defend nothing that I did in My life.
I was evil from the moment He came to Me in the dark.
I did nothing to fight Him off, I didn't run,
But folded easily to His will, like and obedient son.
Oh that I were born with the will to fight.

But here I stand, a murderer, a whore, a corpse.
I await My release, and pray that God will forgive My mother,
For she is the one who brought Me here,
She is the one who conceived and carried the fear,
That each victim I devoured experienced.

Lord, I praise your name in the hopes that I will die well,
I give you no thanks for this life you gave Me,
For you have created the devil here on earth,
Waisted what could have been a noble birth,
On something sent here only to destroy your creations.

Now that I have praised you, let Me curse your name and warn you,
You who know all should have never let Me come to be,
So I spit upon the blood of your son on the cross,
Where there could have been life, there is only the frost,
And still you can sit on your thrown and laugh.

Laugh at Me all you like, I don't care anymore.
I have come to a deicision you might find interesting,
A decision that you will, I think, fear,
I will, with My hand, destroy what you hold dear,
And may the devil sing Me up swiftly to your thrown.

I know now that I can do nothing of good,
So instead I will spend My eternity fighting you, Lord.
I will fall like your angel to the pits of hell,
And as the histories of man will tell,
I will, with him, both man and devil, strike you down where you stand.

For you have commited the sin here with My flesh.
You are the one who has kept Me locked here in My station,
You are the one who I have chosen to hate,
So gather your souldiers, and wait by the gate,
You'll hear me coming. Oh yes. You WILL hear me coming.

My angels of hell will cry out for your blood.
My worriors will paint the skies red with you.
And We will feast upon you like on no human before,
Drink until your dry, until there's not a drop more,
And then you will know the error you have made here with Me.

As you lay there dying, I will be the one to laugh,
And I will make sure that all your dying angels can hear
That they will have a new master, that a new king rules,
And that their fallen king was nothing more than a fool
Easily taken by the hate of one vengeful vampire.

These are my final rites,
My last confession.
I'm coming for you and your son,
So if I were you, I'd take cover or run.
For I've just numbered my days and yours.

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