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Worms upon your young

Within your lungs

Around the gospel of your death

Oh, glorious death

Oh, fading breath

We are your humble servants

Come, mercy to none

The pity is gone

The axe already earned its wings

Bring forth your kings

Off with their limbs

So, one less slug

In the

Red tree

Of blood

Gone, your branch is gone

Your line undone

Handful of dead seeds in dead soil

Now greet the void

That cursed void

In which no memory can dwell

Could this be hell?

Must break the spell

Before we're swept off by the flood

Of tainted blood

And barren mud

So, carve your runes

Into

The book

Of wombs

Your names

Into

The tree

Of veins

Snakes dwell in your wine

Around your spine

Along the pillars of your faith

It is too late

You took the bait

And now you'll take it to the grave

Beyond the pale

No longer slave

No longer shackled to the cross

The moon is lost

The star is tossed

So, one less god

In the

Red tree

Of blood