The Serpent

Endless and seeking
My life lacks all meaning
Cursed to live another day
Constant yet fleeting a cycle
Repeating I fear
I'll do this until the end of days
I ushered in fire, fed from the heard gave birth to desires

Salt the soul with the blood of the unworthy
Their whispering forked tongues feed
the fetid soil and the mangled roots
If you chop off the serpents head
The body writhes and squirms
but the bastard snake will remain dead

Now empowered I scour your eyes for greed or lust
The stench of lies has now become your putrid musk
I have found profound differences between us
The grounds we share is blackened now
Returned to Dust

Seeding your willows root of lies
whilst you rashly wrought this treason
Deprived of your sense of sight,
A heinous fate for a life
Rending flesh and bone and tendon alike
Conceited liar, contempt inspired
To suffer those whom do possess,
the slightest ounce of ignorance

I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire
To rid salaciousness
Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
A falsifier of flesh branded

I have seen you lie, deceive, falsify
Conceited vermin filth

Just a twisted liar
A sick defiler
I have no need to suffer this,
No patience left for Ignorance

Face down an exaltation proclaimed as my right
Base forms in the moonless night
I proceed to perceive a million synchronicities
between a demon and a servant of divinity

I have commingled with demons consorted with contorted souls
Arise, my morning star
Languish in this hell, Ive wrought
Defiling all your private thoughts

Weaving a widows web of lies whilst exhuming thought and reason
You'd thrive at home in the ninth,
flayed and branded for life
This wretched curse now proclaimed as your rite

Falsifier, a sick desire.
To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce
Of Ignorance

I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire
To rid salaciousness
Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
A falsifier of flesh branded

An abhorrent and vile degradation of health
You cheapen your morals and values just to prove your fucking yourself

Dead on the ground
Sever the spine, Deceiver