Sick Fuck

Don't tell me what to believe,

I already know my real enemy.

You sit atop your darkened clouds,

Constantly berating and putting us down.

Left to waste away is everyone in your wake,

Always wondering why they give so much more than what you take.

Created in your image, and set up for failure.

You sit atop your throne and watch us all as we suffer.

Brainwashed and left for dead,

You tell us praise will stop you from staining the Earth red.

You promised your followers salvation from Hell,