Bleeding the Leeches

And all things will come in circles

As the dogs return to their vomit

Reeking with the stench of their pride

They refuse their crown of failure

And no one is fooled by their words

Their claims to be so devout and true

A pious leech preaching to the flock

Accept your crown of failure, now!

Begging and moaning like whores

At the feet of your impotent gods

Betraying all that you claim

And still cunting for the love of your "lords"

The feeblest of lambs

Ranting their hallowed nonsense

To the thoughtless masses they gloat

Still refusing their crown of failure

Espousing the virtues

Of their latest shit laced with piss

Entranced by the sound of their own voice

Wash your tongue of the semen, now!

We defecate on your idols

The icons you worship in vain

Your "ideals" to us are an amusement

A reminder of your frailty

And the day when come when all such vermin

Are cast out with the refuse

You may raise your chalice of nothing

And salute the leech that you are

Be certain and assured in the knowledge

You've been counted among Christ's flock

Be wary of all your days ahead

Your time will end sooner than thought

Expelled among the feces you've fed on

And buried in a liar's grave

We mock you!

Relentlessly!