Sickness
Disease among the hordes
The teeming faithful
Aspire only to survive

Devotion
Given freely to the mighty ones
Promising an existence beyond breathing

Pullulating in the bowels of the Earth
Perpetuating myths made to subjugate the weak

Starving, praying for scraps
Scavenging, digging through filth with the vermin
Never living, always waiting
For salvation

Bow my head as the masses anoint me
With their fear, with their suffering
Gladly shedding their blood for the chosen one

I am the chosen one
You servile peons
You will consecrate my godhood with your blood

My words are empty
Devoid of divinity
Until, in desperation,
You pray to me

Starving, praying for scraps
Scavenging, digging through filth with the vermin
Never living, always waiting
For salvation

Bow my head as the masses anoint me
With their fear, with their suffering
Gladly shedding their blood for the chosen one

My word is law
I come before all men
For in your ignorance,
You prayed to me

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