Servant Of The Light.

The Empty Vessel.

A reining handful compel dead prayer under pain of heresy,

the noise indulges and fulfils the obligatory beast as intellects sleep.

An accusing viewer strains a telescope finger,

every Knight a knave,

every Lord a slave depraved,

every King a brigand.

Beneath another dread,

a priestly horror,

every religious pious irreverent,

every reverend benighted,

every Idol beguiles.

To abominations depths,

every currency a debt,

every doctrine a lie,

every joy a blight.

Mighty wild roams the mind,

when the depraved act is natural,

when despot chaos is defended,

when icy murder is a heroes work.

Every baffled bigot strains to spread slaughter,

no trinket gold pays the subjugated,

they demand the precious innocent,

abolish this elitist sect,

let zealous flames consume all trace.

Justice evaporates in sovereign pleasure,

all innocent thirst with the betrayers empty vessel.