Church of Loss

I am becoming you
O’ god of corpses
Of horrendous abominations
And of woeful misdeeds

I am becoming you
O’ glorified whore of Bethlehem
I am your infertile bosom
Your stillborn messiah child

I am becoming your
Worm-ridden deathbed
Where you shall lie
For all eternity

Until all is reduced to none
There you shall lie
In the middle of the collapsing cosmos
Alone, forgotten in darkness

I am becoming your
Cathedral of failure
Monuments of defeat
Your holy church of loss

I am the end
I am Death