The Western World split open and out from the acid washed sky spewed forth calamity, bright and feverish
And from the ever dimming divide emerged a crow, with a face like Christ and Charon's crackling throat
And he spoke sweet apocalypse, like caustic vinegar dripping down my body, burning holes in my hollow chest
"Come join the ******, wayward brother on the razor's edge of ruin!
Come drink from the lip of the sunrise and watch the nuclear bombs rain down!
Come burn down the courthouse where they put your youth on trial and sentenced your weary heart to hang!
Come exorcise your evils on the altar of our blood and conquest, my love, my seraphic saint, and be reborn in the water of the sinners womb
Drink down poison and spit up fire into the lap of every **** and paramour and prosthetic companion you've ever had
And let them wonder how you escaped from prison,
Exhume the bones of the demons you aborted and hoist them victorious over your head,
Because you ******* earned it"

And I listened, I took to heart
And so here I am, alive
Here I am 19 seasons in the abyss later and bursting with electric heat
And in case you haven't heard,
I'm ******* vicious now, honey

And I won't mince words here so here we go:
On the first day you were conceived in a flash of cosmic brilliance, unveiled to the ****** Earth like the masterwork of a sculptor
On the second day you calmed the raging sea and brought the mountains to their knees
On the third day you blew a fiery kiss to the circling specters of your fallen heroes
On the fourth day you signed an autograph with your sugar tongue in the small of Satan's back
On the fifth day, you took a ******* nap, ****'s exhausting, no one blames you
ON THE SIXTH DAY, on the sixth day you raised a rallying cry to the four winds, for the artists sculpting chaos from the car crash wreckage, for the anarchists burning bridges to nowhere from nothing, for the young streetwalking heartbreakers, the desperate twitching addicts, the ******* and the dying black boys all unvindicated, to JOIN THE ******, to pull the trigger and let the world go supernova, to shatter your nervous breakdown heart and scatter a thousand pieces of yourself to a thousand different heavens because you are a being too ******* brilliant to be contained, don't even try it
ON THE SEVENTH DAY , on the seventh day, you held it all in your holy hands and became something new entirely
On the seventh day you became the most powerful version of yourself
On the seventh day you put every dead star still burning out in the palm of your hand
On the seventh day you laid your weapons to rest and for the first time, the first time you knew what peace sounds like in the early morning, drifting in with your first smoke of the day
And I'm not a betting man, by any means
But in an arm wrestling match between you and God
My money is on you, every time