Thou blind god, what have you done?
choke back upon vomit that is your creation
surrounded by filth you will die alone
thou cripple, thou fool, thou abomination
miscarriage only is world that you begot
a failure of an abortive being
in your own eyes it will die and rot
the stench of your children unfeeling
it disintegrates in your own hand
see your mistake and tremble in fear
the purity you boast is just excrement
of your indolence and mind blear
I heap the blasphemies upon your head
as myriads of gluttons by you blessed
kneel in a lie, begging for bread
begging for flesh, by you caressed
you heap riches into their purses
though you know their devotion is lie
in lie you rejoice, you love the curses
that beneath the prayers you espy
watch your flock prosper and revel
wallow in mud, as you spit in their faces
for them of gold is made your sever
and your iniquities are divine graces