Melting, flesh becoming one with my soul.
I can hear the pain, it's draining, claiming me.
I see it so clearly now.
Touch the colors, taste the fear within.
Accept all the suffering.
I embrace the carnal lust and feast upon the darkness inside of me.

Stygmatic convulsions...My scalp is scarred as if I wear a crown of thorns.
I feel the pain, I see the stain. Flesh erupts as spikes are driven
through my wrists and through my feet.
Spear in my side, all in my mind. Blood flows free
from phantom lashes to my back.
My spirit breaks, my body aches. Somebody please explain
just what the fuck is happening to me.

I have never had the faith, why have I been chosen?
Could this all just be a dream? Nightmares become my reality.

I snap wide awake in the dead of the night.
Bleeding again but I'm feeling no pain.
Everyone thinks that I did it myself,
and I wonder again if I'm going insane.
Fanatics believe it's the work of the lord,
but I don't believe in their self-righteous myth.
So why must I fight for control of myself,
and who is it that I must do battle with?

"Who are you?"
"The messenger is not important"

Could it be that I am possessed...
not by a demon, but by an agent of God?

I realize that I am now just a pawn
and that I may not survive to see the coming of dawn.
From the mystical symbols written by my own hand
to the language I speak that I don't understand.
I can't believe that I'd be chosen for this...
to be a slave to a God I don't believe to exist.
But this knowledge I've found that I once thought was a curse
I will use to undo the feeble work of the Church.

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