Sire of Sin - Cryptopsy

Raised as a king

Silver spoon gaped mouth

Orgiastic prophecies proclaimed

That I, Davidito would be the heir apparent

Sired through God’s whore

Cultivated by Father’s harem

Eagerly fellated

Innocent young hands

Sowing, unholy seeds

A ritualistic communion

Revered and idolized

I was immortalized

The sacred scriptures condemned

The Children of God

My threshold depleted

Their ideals beyond sadistic

I then attempted to disassociate

Myself from The Family

I was discovered

Beckoned and beseeched

To once again

Don their crown

Wrathful obsessions

Retribution for the damned

Murder on the horizon

My patience was pristine

«Maybe fate will smile on me

God of war

God of revenge

Maybe they will grant me happy hunting

We shall see»

Finally a glint of reprieve

An inkling of hope

Inches

Closer

Inches closer to Mama

Inches closer to closure

Inches

Closer

Lips sealed tight

Torture may provoke

(A) Relevant confession

My device unveiled

A few swift jerks

Testing its potency

Her throat slashed

The frightened perplexed

Guiltless eyes faded out

Disillusioned in the backseat

Cold steel up against my temple

I close my eyes with such relief

And I squeeze to end the story

Of Davidito

«In some way- some of us are gonna be around to see those fuckers burn.»

Burn