Immortality sucked greedly at my throat
They shall lick the dust like serpents
Hold your tongue
Get the behind me
Your church makes me vomit
Into the vertiginous abyss
Enfeebled by vice
Dear God allow me to show gratitude
For my fortunate eyes of truth
Lord, how long shall the wicked,
Lord, how long shall the wicked triumph on 
EarthThese loathsome paracities that cling
To the cross, the cloth and the skin
Soaked in the blood of man
Not the body of 
ChristThis is heresy
This is heresy
I admit, in no way approval