Spawn of grand whore

It is no surprise that I sow such twilight

misery

The raping of your children and the...

I see of course as a gift to me.



The withering of mirth marks my path,

or I am the end of all ends.



The slaves of heaven who crave for redemption

Shall rewrite their books as I become their

destiny.

Monuments of faith anchor me to eternity;

From the cradle of time they knew I had come

to stay



Your ruinous creed has named me the evil in,

man:

There is no one more blind than he who doesn't

want to see.