Time an infinite succubus,
Gifting mortality a dried carcass.
Bits and pieces of ashened bone,
turn to dust, destinations unknown.
Fodder for a mistress of the flies,
Tempest under the unholy skies.
Seeking immortality with unrepented deeds,
Within a disquieted heart an evil breeds.
Everyone desires ascension to a higher place,
To be the one who caresses God's face.
But he turns away from humanity's cold touches,
For we hold resentment in a heart's tight clutches.
Death holds no distinction toward humanity,
Obscurity behind masks of Christianity.
Always favoring the lesser of two sins,
A soul sold to Satan who eventually wins.