Dystheism

There's cacophonies, as they cry.
a village down, their diatribes
Their veins fill with arsenic, dare they debate if it’s asinine
They are not more than
the bones they leave behind.

And they call me wicked, call me cruel,
Tendrils wrap to prick and pull
but whether they curse me, whether it’s spite
I glow from their pain tonight

Vengeful, Evil, Malignant scum
They say to me, what I deem of them.
It’s not a matter, not a moment of waste
I’ll glow like eyes on ecstasy,
iridescence - pray for innocence,
I'll pray to myself for power’s ascension.

And do as I say, spite as I might,
Go down on your knees and beg for your plight,
Plead for salvation, I’ll leave you the ruins.
Butcher me a lamb, slaughter me a fool.

Heavens holy day, it’s my Holy Night
Whimper for me as you struggle in strife,
For the angels may come and the devils may bite,
but Darling I'm the only one
who can save you tonight.

And whether I do or bother to try,
with a flick of my wrist the skies alight
Stars and galaxies merely one possibility
but
flicking flames arson games, are a much better source of bright

Piety love, pray to me
Deity dark, devout destiny
I am no king, I am no queen

I am your God, bow to me.