A Bleak Portrait

Let my hate pour over your belief like pus
This is a bleak portrait
Your sacred lies and putrid hopes
Are a glorious moment in the history of lies
The world is full of people who died for their God
Their faiths couldn’t save them
All the crowns they put on, and the thrones they sat on
The first thing whispered to them was their nothingness
They believed their false God
They rebelled against it