Hysteria

Suffering abominations
Slithering like scum around us
Keep deceiving all your minions
For each soul that speaks your name is a mark blessed upon my wall of misery
Chapters written, unholy mistress
Let me stain the cloth of man, allow my wrath and watch my right hand
Righteousness by the mass, speak my name at last
Snakes like thin lines of gold
Pestering my sight and singing songs of broken fiends

At last, this wretched defiler will know the sacraments of our guided gutterland
Will be torn from the schism that is the tree of putrid life
Oppression, I'm a martyr
Consensus, succumb to me
Gluttony of our own blasphemy
The words roll off the tongue like my black lungs have rolled my fate
Breed violence, burn at this desecrated disease
Disciples, worship me



Credits
Writer(s): Desolate Blight
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