Promise

Draw near, partake of this altar

For you are fairer in beauty

Than other daughters of man

Recognize and embrace

This glorious proclamation

Of eternal damnation

Place your faith in sex and death

Rather than the wisdom of the divine

Have no pity for those

Who mired in prophet delusion

Content to be servile for a lifetime

It is better to be king for a day

Your passing will scant trace in history

Wiped from memory like a forgotten dream

Like sand slipping through fingers