Total Black

Abused by God, the choir of holy victims weep into the chalice of tears. With their hands above my head, they pour them onto my body. This is how I become pure. The holy water burns like napalm to my skin. My limbs decay from within. Internal sin. I embrace this misery, the source of my misanthropy. Heavens hand turns its back on me. Smoldering corpses line the floor, my vision blurs through the reek. Total black, the void consumes my soul, vacant and hollow behind these burning eyes. Searching for everlasting light. Abused by God. Eliminate.