A sea of hollowed stalks Breaking in the wind. Weathering the torment Without sickle bringing end. Diseased wrought and dying Lusting for the dust. Soil longing to be nourished Selfishly awaiting the rotting husk. In this bountiful godless life! Call to the end. A playwright always has a stop. Burdened by social taboos Nailed to the f**ing cross. Ending life before god’s time A testament to true satanic rite. Transcending beyond all light. Illuminated by fire This weakened state Like a temple set ablaze. Tearing at the roots To purge this buried fear. Shedding this christian skin To be reborn in blackest sin! Scorching this field of purgatory Intent on ending this plague. Every grain blanketed by ash As pantheons Dawn a reddish haze. I'll lay down my arms When everything I know is dead and gone. There is no dying, alone. Only leaving or being left behind. In this bountiful godless life Nothing is forbidden. Doing what must be done through self-annihilation. No honor in existing for others. Everyone will fail you, in due time. Fear no man, or god As you walk away from the sun.