Christ, the time has come for your ending.



Do not look at us for mercy



For you are the one who should not be pitied.







Your ignorant teachings disgust me



And the stench of your sermons still reeks from your pores



I despise you, yet I once envied you.



Your god given right, abused and mistreated



As though it were a gift for any simple man



When its power could reshape the face of creation



And exalt a new race of life free from imperfection.







This existence was a mistake.







And in the middle of the holocaust



You committed a rebellion in direct treason.



For your existence is worthless



And to correct the aberrations you've made



Your subsistence will be shunned



Into the furthest reaches of infinite darkness



Where you will await your final conclusion.



The one you call father will be there



To abolish the remnants of your soul.







Christ, the time has come for your ending.



Do not look at us for mercy



For you are the one who should not be pitied.



Thrown onto the altar of sanctified dissolution.







Christ pleads for his life.



Showing no levity



The Apostles violently tear at his living flesh.



The feast is an orgy of sacred dismemberment.



The faint screams now fade



As the life slips from his body.



Still ripping and devouring the flesh left on the corpse



Judas stands back and admires the beautiful orchestration



With a sickening grin as the life seeps into his mind.



"It has been done Lord, Christ is no more."