Servile - The Breathing Process

You will witness

I’ve become the purge infecting the crypts

Baptized in sludge will lead to metamorphosis

As you lie awake

Pray your soul to keep

They’ll kill your sons, daughters, mothers and fathers

Make ready to slaughter the sons by the guilt of their fathers

Lest they rise and possess the earth

To fill the breadth of the world with tyrants

Nightfall weakens as the legions emerge

Bereft of refuge

Malevolence in masses, sacrificial practice

Submit your will to me, all who are besieged

Under the yoke of slavery

Showered in the blood of children scorned

Vermin and whores

Mutilated and torn

As you lie awake

Pray your soul to keep

They’ll kill your sons, daughters, mothers and fathers

You have become material puppets

With every pulse you are now controlled by my dominion

As the sludge begins it’s course

This perfection inside is nigh

I am the shrills and the cries

Erect from the stench of dead men

Born from the horrors of life

Strife taken in stride

An awful gift creates a divide

Now I am tyrannical and mad

Angry but glad I was bestowed death

I am whole

I am one

I am God

I am the only revered God

I have seen the sky

There is only I

Amidst the space and molecules of the world

Spreading as one, you will become mine