Wretched Idolatry

Worshipper’s state of mind
Surrounded from the inside
Fear of God extinguishing the free wil
A sickening wretched plague
Curse you and your vile ilk
Servile sheep riddled with faith
Devotees of self-rejection
Profanity unto the nature
None shall inherit eternal life
Die in vain in the name of the Lord of a thousand lies
No one to guide the path, nothing to ease the pain
The swirling vortex of delusion swept away
Disguisers of God’s filth — curse you and your vile ilk
Unsurpers of the truth — servile sheep riddled with faith
Impious hammer strikes at devotees of self-rejection
Destroying that which is profanity unto the nature
Mark the way into enlightenment
With the piles of scorched cadavers
Crush the doctrine hereafter
Staring boldly into blackness
Dispel the myth, away with God!