My Prayer to a God less than Human

These butchered words that fall from my lips
Sweet sugar coated razorblades, they slice
Bringing forth such honoured blood from my hips
As their voices chorus in tones of ice

Those awful words that fell upon my ears
Making angels cry in sacred places
My most horrid nightmares, grown beyond their years
Stealing smile less smiles from faceless faces

This is my prayer to a God less than human
No one will hear this, and no one will care
This is my hymn to someone hell-sent by rumour
Dirty halos abound, his presence felt there

Scarred wounds caused by memories of a past love
A demon smiling as my heart beat its path
A symphonic gathering of souls fly above
The apocalypse war cries as all feel my wrath

More blood must be spilt if the world will survive
Men will fight over land that never was theirs
Stand up, take the challenge, prove you're alive
Heaven's in my basement and hell's atop the stairs

This is my prayer to a God less than human
No one will hear this, and no one will care
This is my hymn to someone hell-sent by rumour
Dirty halos abound, his prescience felt there

The siren-like wails that escape from my lips
Cause earthquakes in lands far away from my mind
The very seabeds shall tremble, and the high mountain tips
Homicide is always an easy way to unwind

And when I'm done with this homage of earthly delights
I'll descend from the stars and bring peace to you all
Your mortality will be replaced by quiet urban nights
Whoever's weak shall stand, whoever's strong shall fall

This is my prayer, to a Goddess of might
This is my hymn, to a God of the night
This is my offering, to an idol of light
This is my poem, and what a sweet sight