The ark bears the fruit of life

A gift you’ve turned to ash

They want to watch you suffer

They want to watch you die

A cull from beyond the thicket

Your wounds are self inflicted

Brace onto what’s left of your sanity

Pray to the one who brought this tragedy

Architect of the unholy

His ears hear the cries of the worthy

Beg for forgiveness with the blood of the ones you once cherished

The offering will be completed

Beg for the end of this existence

The ark bears the fruit of life

A gift you’ve turned to ash

They want to watch you suffer

They want to watch you die

You had the chance to stop the death of the place we once called home

Beware the agency of man

A warning that was once foretold

I am the father of lies

I am the bearer of light

I am your salvation

I am the death of all creation

As the darkness consumes your psychosis, the life you’ve built will be reduced to ashes

Your conscious will be assimilated

There will be no salvation

Crawling on your knees you will submit to my wrath

A memory of when you once retained your free will

Your sacrifice will earn my place in heaven

His gift will be repurposed