Divine Infection

Bow to me, for I am he
Above your god, divinity

The impure spirit, cowering
Bleeding carcass
A fallacy, of lunacy

Nonexistence breeds corruption
Forced into servitude
To meek subservience
To inferiority

Bring me your sick
Your frail and weak
I shall banish them
To the burning wastes

Choking on your daily bread
Drink his infected blood
Consume thy false idol
DIE