The blood of Christ latches to the soul
Like a worm deep in a dog’s intestine
Burrowing, infesting
Rendering the host void

The infection binds from deep within
His grasp tight around the wrists
Mankind cries out
In the fever dreams of madmen and prophets

But the might of death
Shall not be defeated
By false light of Christ
Nor the empty words of prophet

Suffer! The light has never shone
New life will not befall
Suffer! The fear of death
Brings the godly to their knees

Death's victory over life assured
Yet the infected still diminish
The entirety of being
Cowards in the face of the abyss

But the might of death
Shall not be defeated
By false light of Christ
Nor the empty words of prophet

Suffer! The light will never shine
Eternal life will not befall
Suffer! The fear of death
Will bring the godly to their knees

In the blink of all mortal life
Would they see the feted lie?
As they step across the gate
In silvery gown, trumpets ablaze

The last breath comes
They see the awaited dream
A dream of life to live anew
Swollen, the parasite falls aside
Their heaven but black unbirth