Communion of Thorns

Kneel on mangled knees at the feet of zealous sadists Ruptured Flesh splits open spilling the crimson waste Trembling Still you're cowering, this is self appointed penance Beset by scourging lashes from all angles the whips shall fall Whimpering wreck, prostrate and take these blows Smashed down and beaten, atonement in submission Precise and merciless, flagellation scourge this soul Desperate to vindicate, to redeem Every strike leaves mounting scars and bloody gashes Anoint me in these righteous bruises These scars of absolution Each slash hardens and callouses Every stinging wound crusts like a shell Bit by bit, flesh turns to iron Rigid in a permanent state of dejection You are deserving of every vile act of hatred Tormenting thoughts parasitically feed on remorse Engorged on the flagellate's crimson spillings You are a worthless cretin, not a man but a beast Unable to break these cycles of guilt The defeatist desperately cries This is all we are And all we'll ever be It's all you'll ever be It's not that things cannot change It's just never in a significant way This is a fatalistic prophecy A defeatists pervasive ideology Yearn to define yourself as something more Than a slave to your impulses, a creature capable of reform This is all we are And all we'll ever be It's all you'll ever be