Let these be words to damn the luminous cause of the tyrannical cross,   Without mercy, let the darkness in me show faulted volumes of deceit that   Have been enriched   By the lord; and may all men holy decay in the shadow that is my refusal   And   Strength,   From the abyss that beckons my soul, from the darkest causes that logic has   Forced me to endure,   From the blackest dreams of Heaven's true existence, and from the tainted   Throne that will never call to me;   This is my testament, that I am never to return from the darkest places of   Human reasoning, that I am never to bestow upon myself a return to the   Frail   Land of clouds, angels, and thin glory,   I create my commandment, and I refuse the chosen ten.   I loathe the boundaries of the mortal man that weeps in the arms of the   Heavenly Father,   I reject the miseries therein, and I state, as I have proven in so many   Passing blasphemous occasions before, I will never bow down to one man, to   One statue, to one belief, or to one thought that puts me below any   Ideology;   I am of one voice, but of many;   I am of one man, but an army;   I am of one opinion, but of ancient wisdom and truth;   Of destiny and dark clouds, let my causes be known, let the truth shine   Upon   The cracked faces of Christian adoration, and let them see the corrosion of   Their very souls;   But for one to understand the nature of my hatred, one must know of the   Father in which my hatred is focused;   He is the father to decompose all of his peasants that swallow disease;   It is of his love that all breathing, aspiring souls will taste sickness,   Shame, and death;   He harvests those he grows in the common fields of blind holiness, those to   Be slain by his book;   He punishes the shameful and the willing,   He destroys the very instincts that compose humanity, the more precious   Elements of the human being;   Let the meek destroy their own minds and let perish the children who would   Obey   Let the criers of eternal life and infinite promise exhaust themselves in   The   Mist of absolute truth;   Were the pages of biblical torment have sworn me to blasphemy, let the   Masses   Know of my contempt;   Let it be known to God and Man that I am this far gone   Understand my lawless existence among the degenerating free will of   Blistered   Holy puppets   For so long I have dismissed the false grandeur of bright, gentle angel   Wings   Upon the brow of   Children, heroes, and the great suffering masses;   For ages I have come to despise the sweet chimes of Heaven's glorious   Bells,   For I know this place as no paradise, I know this place as no refuge;   This place called heaven was fused to hang his children at their very   Throats,   I have seen from the clouds of paradise, the great masses hang high,   Beneath   His laughter they decay;   I will not choose this destiny, I will not die with the rest;   With every effort my cause is strengthened,   With every passing moment I dissolve another preset paradigm of worthless   Righteousness;   I am here to deconstruct the falsity of the Christian being,   I have this voice sounding in my throat for the sake of mirroring the   Greatness of Heaven with truth of a tainted promised land;   I desire these timeless fables to crumbled within my heretic grasp   No hollow, threatening rants from the void and tired throats of blind   Followers can convert me,   No fear of the mighty hand of the sky can sway me,   I am the unbeliever, and in this disbelief I can not be moved,   For I am this far gone