Drain. Deface. Abolish. - Abiotic

My hands are bound behind my back

While this cloth keeps me blind

I hear the screams of a man next to me so I know I’m next in line

One by one they chose a form of death

While mine came from a blade

The rodents, the peasants, and the bastards alike

Were slaughtered while their corpses suffered mutilation

There is no justification for my ruthless decapitation

There is no justification

For man believes what he cannot see

And will spill his blood for thee

Death is coming, for this I know

The stench of rotting bodies rises from below

I can’t see the light while gasping for air

When I’m dead I’ll ask him why he wasn’t there

With each inch cut in my throat

I didn’t feel a presence of a mighty deity

Though years of practice taught me

That I would see him when my time would come

The deception is a perception because of our different beliefs

A lineage of filth is what they call the bottom feeders

For they do not know right from wrong

I tried to follow the best that I could

The result ended in my gruesome decapitation

I was still conscious and in those final seconds

I condemned the almighty and lost my faith