Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their 
eyes
As the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a 
coffin
Is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. 
And wives
Cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a 
mortal sin.
An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns 
and proclaims:
Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and 
screams.
Sombre is the mournful death's pall that silently 
echoes their pains;
The ever-recurring rites of the ritual, it not only 
seems...
For it proves to be another immortalised, religiously 
justified
Gift, which unconsciously benefits us and contributes
To a greater cause: destruction of 'humanity' has 
intensified
And more will happily follow. The death ceremony 
continues.
Yes, it is a disease as well as a cure, I plead 
accordingly,
Inflicting death generates an effect so pure and 
healthy.
It is increasing... the self-inflicted reduction on 
their sick creed,
And utterly ignorant they are. The already grand, 
excessive pleasure
Thrives. These are the gruesome yet pathetic deeds on 
which I feed,
Every time their grief amuses me. I eagerly await the 
next measure.
Inevitably, death multiplies death. The end is nowhere 
near,
And I laugh when in procession the next crowd sheds a 
tear.
Organised religion, how shameful and suffocating it may 
appear,
Still, the submissive weaklings merely lead the truth 
imposed
Upon them destructively and willingly to my one sheer
Desire that all of them will eventually cease. The last 
coffin closed,
As is the last chapter of their miserable lives. A sad 
contradiction
They preach, but it only strengthens me and thus my 
conviction.
Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their 
eyes
As the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a 
coffin
Is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. 
And wives
Cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a 
mortal sin.
An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns 
and proclaims:
Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and 
screams.
Sombre is the mournful death's pall that silently 
echoes their pains;
The rites of the death ritual comprise far more than it 
seems.