Ye so-called pious, ye self-styled elect,
Behold your spoils.
The harvest once sown, unwitting, in vain
Ye now shall reap.
Rulers by fear and by torment,
By threat of damnations teeth at our heels.
Now cower with heads in the sand
And backs to the whip.
Unmasked as humanity’s traitors,
What say ye now? Your Gods stand before you in truth.
A thousand gross of necks to strangle,
A thousand gross of heads to hew.
Elect, ye have indeed been chosen.
With blood to wash us clean of you.
We are omega and omega, the last and the only.
Behold, we come with clouds;
And every eye shall see us;
And all the kindreds of the Earth will wail because of us.
God, the invention you wrought in your image.
Now twists the earth from under your feet,
And from out your fevered clutches to laugh in your face.
Of life’s tree we shall also feast, and reclaim
The eternity bequeathed to us.