I’ve been told of a man called god
People worship his worthless image
A dream sold through a mangled fog
A steeple so perfect but the surface hid cynics

I’m the patch of evil red on his robe
That bloodied cloth of his purity
I’m the black tax in peoples heads of this globe
That muddied rot of insecurity

Cos what good is religion without a nemesis?
Variety is the spice of darkened life
I thought good is wisdom with no doubt in sentences
As I quietly slit Her sight with sharpened knife

You see im the reason for religion
That lesson taught from a bare pulpit
To me I am the season of division
A weapon sought to scare dull wits

The weak minded avoid the ‘sins’ of the bible
My reputations damned,a real bastard
They speak blinded, annoyed I sued for libel
I let durations hands steal a pastor

I burnt the text of the bibles twisted morals
Cos it rusted my halo
I’ve hurt the best of my rivals blistered quarrels
But I’m trusted to tint the day glow

I’m just an old man dipped in red
But the heavens court used me
Harmful to gods plans so the scriptures said
Thus the tennents faught and bruised me

I was livid and promised to fight the injustice
Banished to the earths basement
I envisaged a plan and demonics to light my crushed fists
My new habits slew the First statement

But my plotted revenge subsided in Hell
All alone with miseries grip
My knotted intent silenced by a spell
Now my morbid thrown is overgrown and im physically sick..