He doesn't believe in you the same
Way you believe in him.
Those battalions, in his honor,
Spill the blood of a deity.
Half man, all knowing,
He whispers death, death, death.
Those rampant vultures fight
For a fight not needed.
They ****, not for one,
But for those who enjoy
The spectacle that is your death,
My death,
Our death,
His death.