By the sweat of your brow
Will you have food to eat,
Until you return to the ground
From which you were taken.
For you were made from dust,
And to dust you will return.

This is the god I love
Who is vengeful
And is writhing in wrath
I love my angry god
I want to see him
**** all tendrils of evil
Swirling in people's hearts
And embrace them
In awe
As their hearts fill
With pure ecstasy
And realize how empty they have been
All along.