Absolution Obtained With The Gag and The Shovel

Another Failed Utopia Built Upon The Bones Of Those Who Foresaw Its Downfall

Break Your Knees Genuflecting For Your Inquisitor, As If They Care

A Lament for Stolen Virtue and the Bastards Who Let It Happen

Knockin' on Hell's Door, Asking To Be Let Back In

A Bouquet of Severed Tongues Rests Upon Your Altar

Righteous Empowerment Through the Corruption of All That Is Decent and Just

Gouging Your Eyes to Blind Them to the Harm Your Hands Do

And Indeed, Were the Whole Story to Be Told

From This Room I Gaze, I Hope, I Rot, I Extinguish Myself, I Become My Own Altar. I Judge.