Sectarian

All these years
You’ve prayed
For me

Your life just slips away
Lie down in your grave

I see you
On your knees
You fool

On your flesh
They prey
Like me

Alive and soon to cease
You will feel no pain
‘Coz the answers
Are written by the worms
You’re too afraid
To read them
But I’ll prey anyway

I am the flesh
The way
To doom
You’ll get no saviour
Silent for two thousand years
Lies with which to sate
All you fear
While I prey on you today

© 2006, Mosquitobyte