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