In the skin of a sinner
My prayers are forgotten
The sin that's labelled on me is nothing but a parasite
"You ruined everything" whispers the insidious voice
And I'm thrown into the dungeon where no words suffice

Starving to death, I pray to the God
Yet the God is the one breaking my soul

He's sitting right there on his majestic throne
White clothes, golden hues, nothing compares to his lovely muse

A peaceful smile is coating his lips while mine are covered in a stupid grin
For what do I owe this displeasure, I wonder!
Is it for the time I screamed out at a hunter?

Don't just sit there and answer my words
What is it that I did that you labelled a sin?

His peaceful smile suddenly vanishes
As his face morphs into a ghost that crackles
You are my heir and you shall take this throne!
Always the deceiver and a broken home
For your sins are ethereal to my being
You made me amused and that's when the mayhem begins...

I stare at the place stunned with my lenses
The place was like the insides of a sadist!
Blood coating the roof falls on my crown...
As I take my seat at the throne and his lovely muse frowns!

~Scythe
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