Scorn and hatred grows on you

The wound shall fester
The rot grows darker still
Bad dreams come
Nightly blood spills for the failures of man

Eat the forbidden fruit
Moral truth does not exist for you

You left us out to dry

Overfed children of the profiteers of pain
Your blood will be washed away by the acid rain
You suck the lifeblood from the vein that you claim to maintain
You will be purged in the purest flame and the devil will know you by name

The blood is on your hands