The Serpent

Endless and seeking My life lacks all meaning Cursed to live another day Constant yet fleeting a cycle Repeating I fear I'll do this until the end of days I ushered in fire, fed from the heard gave birth to desires Salt the soul with the blood of the unworthy Their whispering forked tongues feed the fetid soil and the mangled roots If you chop off the serpents head The body writhes and squirms but the bastard snake will remain dead Now empowered I scour your eyes for greed or lust The stench of lies has now become your putrid musk I have found profound differences between us The grounds we share is blackened now Returned to Dust Seeding your willows root of lies whilst you rashly wrought this treason Deprived of your sense of sight, A heinous fate for a life Rending flesh and bone and tendon alike Conceited liar, contempt inspired To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce of ignorance I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire To rid salaciousness Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic A falsifier of flesh branded I have seen you lie, deceive, falsify Conceited vermin filth Just a twisted liar A sick defiler I have no need to suffer this, No patience left for Ignorance Face down an exaltation proclaimed as my right Base forms in the moonless night I proceed to perceive a million synchronicities between a demon and a servant of divinity I have commingled with demons consorted with contorted souls Arise, my morning star Languish in this hell, Ive wrought Defiling all your private thoughts Weaving a widows web of lies whilst exhuming thought and reason You'd thrive at home in the ninth, flayed and branded for life This wretched curse now proclaimed as your rite Falsifier, a sick desire. To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce Of Ignorance I'd purge the tongue of treachery with fire To rid salaciousness Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic A falsifier of flesh branded An abhorrent and vile degradation of health You cheapen your morals and values just to prove your fucking yourself Dead on the ground Sever the spine, Deceiver