Come All Ye Faithful
Fall to thy knees
Destroy and Create
As quick as you please!

The righteous stride forth
Deluded and plenty
With or against them
No matter, they're frenzied!!

See it their way, or lose your eyes
If you can't ally with 'Creation'
You deserve to die, and why?

And why, good friends, why?

Because you don't matter
When bigotry calls
Bullies in shining armour
Hypocrites in thrall.

But what do I know?
Nothing, that's what!
I'm just a no-good-heathen,
A Scarlattan, or is it charlatan?

We know nothing of creation
Self-serving and at Evil's whims
Why give me brush and a canvas
I'll render you limb by limb.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Valnuary, in the year 644 AF.