The Horrid Homage
Human kind's aslumber
With all plagues it spreads
Gods are left outnumbred
In the face of they've made
Vast emptiness of content
Subdue the honored grail
Of what we worship and lament
And still we always fail
To praise the reason of homage
The act of hospitality
To slay the pious courage
In all shapes and sizes
We manifest the spheres
In search of further prizes
The crown's what we endear
What shuns our delusions forth
To kill the seeds of innocence
Protecting our infected force
We look up to the sky
Whether we had sown our wounds