Draw near, partake of this altar For you are fairer in beauty Than other daughters of man Recognize and embrace This glorious proclamation Of eternal damnation Place your faith in s** and d**h Rather than the wisdom of the divine Have no pity for those Who mired in prophet delusion Content to be servile for a lifetime It is better to be king for a day Your pa**ing will scant trace in history Wiped from memory like a forgotten dream Like sand slipping through fingers