Let these be words to damn the luminous cause of the tyrannical cross, 

Without mercy, let the darkness in me show faulted volumes of deceit that 

have been enriched 

By the lord; and may all men holy decay in the shadow that is my refusal 

and 

strength, 

From the abyss that beckons my soul, from the darkest causes that logic has 

forced me to endure, 

From the blackest dreams of Heaven's true existence, and from the tainted 

throne that will never call to me; 

This is my testament, that I am never to return from the darkest places of 

human reasoning, that I am never to bestow upon myself a return to the 

frail 

land of clouds, angels, and thin glory, 

I create my commandment, and I refuse the chosen ten. 

I loathe the boundaries of the mortal man that weeps in the arms of the 

Heavenly Father, 

I reject the miseries therein, and I state, as I have proven in so many 

passing blasphemous occasions before, I will never bow down to one man, to 

one statue, to one belief, or to one thought that puts me below any 

ideology; 

I am of one voice, but of many; 

I am of one man, but an army; 

I am of one opinion, but of ancient wisdom and truth; 

Of destiny and dark clouds, let my causes be known, let the truth shine 

upon 

the cracked faces of Christian adoration, and let them see the corrosion of 

their very souls; 

But for one to understand the nature of my hatred, one must know of the 

Father in which my hatred is focused; 

He is the father to decompose all of his peasants that swallow disease; 

It is of his love that all breathing, aspiring souls will taste sickness, 

shame, and death; 

He harvests those he grows in the common fields of blind holiness, those to 

be slain by his book; 

He punishes the shameful and the willing, 

He destroys the very instincts that compose humanity, the more precious 

elements of the human being; 

Let the meek destroy their own minds and let perish the children who would 

obey 

Let the criers of eternal life and infinite promise exhaust themselves in 

the 

mist of absolute truth; 

Were the pages of biblical torment have sworn me to blasphemy, let the 

masses 

know of my contempt; 

Let it be known to God and Man that I am this far gone 

Understand my lawless existence among the degenerating free will of 

blistered 

holy puppets 

For so long I have dismissed the false grandeur of bright, gentle angel 

wings 

upon the brow of 

Children, heroes, and the great suffering masses; 

For ages I have come to despise the sweet chimes of Heaven's glorious 

bells, 

For I know this place as no paradise, I know this place as no refuge; 

This place called heaven was fused to hang his children at their very 

throats, 

I have seen from the clouds of paradise, the great masses hang high, 

beneath 

his laughter they decay; 

I will not choose this destiny, I will not die with the rest; 

With every effort my cause is strengthened, 

With every passing moment I dissolve another preset paradigm of worthless 

righteousness; 

I am here to deconstruct the falsity of the Christian being, 

I have this voice sounding in my throat for the sake of mirroring the 

greatness of Heaven with truth of a tainted promised land; 

I desire these timeless fables to crumbled within my heretic grasp 

No hollow, threatening rants from the void and tired throats of blind 

followers can convert me, 

No fear of the mighty hand of the sky can sway me, 

I am the unbeliever, and in this disbelief I can not be moved, 

For I am this far gone