(We might as well capitalize on hell
Fascination for the morbid and the macabre
Erect a theme park of repentance
"Collective virtue is a hoax," he sang
And pulled forth the chain with slaves
Who all wept for fooling themselves.)

They walked past a wall which read "I am like you"
They stood beneath clouds with the colour of flesh
A fake priest bid them welcome and talked of sin
One of which was a lie, but both found a hearing

In walks Starcast, nothing left to lose, a lot to say
His tongue set to be cut off: A purse for the Greedmaster
Re-growing afterwards like a rotating procedure
Speechless Jesus says "Hi" to little boy soldiers

They readied their rifles in reply and shot him on the spot
For in Hell all errors are infinite and mandatory for success
Starcast abandoned reason long ago
No time for such luxuries as pity or compassion

Thus he stood up and reported to his Mistress
The one who let be build the Monoliths of Disgust
With words from a blood-clotted alphabet saying:
"We shape our buildings, thereafter they shape us"

Indeed, he saw one such lamentable creature
Once a living human, now a soul in anguish
Bowed down in worship at the foot of disgust
Then absorbed and spat out like decomposed tissue

"My love is for all" said the Mistress
And she gulped down the sad abomination
Starcast turned to her and replied:
"You sound like a Christian!"

She said: "Not so. They become their own punishment.
Only I can digest the indigestable!
My acids are the tools of Nothingness
And Nothingness is the greatest love"

Starcast spoke with dribbeling words:
"Your love must have a lot to offer!"
She said: "Bow down and you shall see"
He said: "Worship's not my cup of tea"

The Mistress said: "This Monolith is a mirror
If those in worship see their True Self
They will become what they deserve"
And Starcast said: "You must be the fairest of them all!"

She said: "Verily. I came in and out unchanged.
I am the Chosen One. Appointed by myself.
I have a wonderful purpose. Do you?"
He said: "I have a wonderful purse with words like worthless currency!"

And thus Starcast became ordained a priest
By the Mistress of the Monolith of Disgust
A servant of the Chosen One pulling forth his chain of slaves,
In his mouth the purse for the Greedmaster. Never failing.

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