god you were a martyr
not worth praying
your grave won`t be adorned
with flowers
but with infants of blood
satan touched the dawn
and devoted the sky
to his powers
the sky born in the blood
but out wedlock
god, I scoff at your wars
cause you graves been spat with fire
you won`t be eternity
you won`t be nothingness
now
now satan`s coronation
