Conquest: Writhe

Shifting eyes turn with shade

Slave, a false entity

I saw their hearts flood with ashen dusk

Liars, scorn of foul delight

Forgive me father, for I am sin

I rejoiced triumphantly

As goodness turned away and shut

It's bleak and weary eyes

This manifest of fundaments

I trusted you to see

Buried stark and tepid will

Come to life, oh fill with empathy

Smiteful bearer of hypocrisy

You shall crush beneath the sky

Damn your frantic bigotry

Remorseless, we shall win

You shall see