I Am The Cross

I am heartless

you will fear me day and

night

I reek of putrid mentality

and

my aura's exuding might

there is no way to stop me

so consider what you try

and just remember that I

am me

and I stand not by your

side

my mind retains no

sympathy

it's banished love, too

my lowest retaliation

keeps me over you

my children bear no

gladness

and soon they'll watch

you die

I am the cross, I am the

pain

that leaves your dying

eyes

cowardly you run from

me

but can't you see?

an entity of horror's

what I remain

to inflict abomination's

what I gain

recoil amongst your kin

they'll soon be crucified

in much the same manner

as the man you worship

died

I am the cross

waste not your time in

prayer

'cause nobody escapes my

wrath

the torn throats and

infants of the plagues

are just a trickle in the

tub of my blood bath

just who on earth do you

think you are

to challenge my immortal

ways

my indifference is real so

to my appeal

keep on digging your own

grave

and just when you

thought it was safe

to resist my reign the

pressure overrides

you simply don't

comprehend my ability

to nail you up at any time

place your hands

outstretched upon

the arms of wood carved

out for you

with a mallet's blow upon

the spikes

I hold you as if you were

the king of the Jews

can't you face the groove?

two thirds of the earth's

population

should not even exist

a malignancy; an ugly sore

mankind's but a cyst

and there you hang upon

the cross