To My God, to my Father, to my King of Kings,

I know I shouldn’t have done what I did.

But I know your will, I’m devoted to you,

And I’m ridding the world of what you’ve forbid.

I’ve sent them to you,

Their damned, twisted souls,

For you are the only judge.

And judgement’s my only goal.

The whore on the street has been exiled.

As was the faggot who dared lay with men.

The adulteress, the Jew, and more countless sinners,

I’ve scrubbed the world clean of them.

I became everything that they wanted,

And I lured the impure to me.

And if they did not renounce, repent,

I set their unclean spirits free.

Oh, how they deserved it, Messiah.

Prancing around, falsely proud.

I ripped them apart to show them the horrors of hell,

I’ve shown them worse than what Satan’s allowed.

Now, I’m coming up to join you,

For it is my time, my Lord.

Time to shed this sacred flesh you’ve given me,

This justice you’ve given a form.

With quick slits to my wrists and a prayer up to you,

I can feel my wings coming in.

And so I’ll fly up to you, signed your most Holy enactor,

To join the ranks of your Seraphim.