Subjugate, I yield my back, To thy whip Forced to ascend I go complacently To the timeless steps Of my existence As reparation for My handiwork Crucifixion To ease My affliction As I carol the benediction

I am the Procurer Of Light Benevolently domineering the subservient My utterance cultivates the gardens of the naive Tolerating the intolerable but nonconformity beyond bearing Sacrilegious undertaking seemingly benign The Personal Benefactor has deemed unfit Supremacy above all others achieved by affectation My artifice endures to no end Unceasingly propagating the indomitable lie Impurity above measure is the absence of Me Manufactured to impede the being of man Solely to contain what mustn't be released Lucre, contempt, anger and envy Fatally wounding immortality Perversity meriting only the Eternal gallows of retribution