Bethroted upon this sickening world
The stars celebrate my arrival
May they fall upon the stupids who stand there without bowing their heads at my altar
But very well I shall be a little kind and show them some mercy
Fall on your knees peasants
If you still want your lives functioning
For I am your God and you shall pray at my altar
Entertain me enough that I forgive you and not slaughter
Come on peasants fall down to your knees
If you be a menace I'll make sure to sieze your pleads
The world at my feet
I sit on the throne of sky
In my charming abode, they worship for me to smile
Bring me the offerings, sacrifice at my altar
I'd provide you with my smile and foolish little articles
Zombified pests they smile for none, dancing to my commands their souls come undone
Calling me their God, they become my sacrificial lambs
With their scrambling little minds, they forget to even startle
What can I say?
I am the perfect being
With their heads down at my feet, I smile with a sadistic gleam...

~Scythe

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