Debris Crowns His Earthly Worms
Come, Child of Prayer, Taste This Bile, Wipe The
Sweat Off Your Face, Vinegar Shall Quench Thy
Thirst, And Hatred Shall Crown Thy Servants!
Thou Sermon Of Godly Love And Charity, Thou Who Crawlest In His Verbal Feces, Tho Who Dwellest In The Sewers Of his Kingdom, Behold!
He Has Fallen From Grace!
Come Child Of Spirit, Whip Thy Flesh, Slain Lies Your Master, Poisoned By his Own Lies. None Shall Spare Your Virtuous Folk!
Homo Homini Lupis
And My Fangs Small Of Blood, My Claws I Lick
Blackened From Thy Sacred Flesh, Alas It Reeks
With The Stench Of Divine Putrеfaction
Hatred has Crowned The Humblе And Meek