You're no longer in need
of a mirror
You're perfect now
A silvermade hole for worms
or an acidmade hole for maggots

Is all it takes...
...for us to get along
You look so much better now
Really, death fucking
becomes you!

Surrounded by filth
Milking the life from my every pore
Visions of smoldering limbs
Bodies ground to gory wonder
I smell their pain
And wield my torch again

Every ounce of hope
I drain from their tears
Mesmerized in bloody frenzy
I cleanse the world of worthless offal
Tenderly my tortures wax
Like the orb whose light I thrive beneath

A calendar of screams
I see the last of them succumb
The world's final breath
My great work fulfilled
I wipe my brow and pierce the throat
Mighty father, I come to you