Forgive me Father, for I speak the truth.
I wish to lie, though I simply can\'t.
They beseech the forsaken;
And I\'ve arrived to meet demand.
You see they always ask,
Pleading for a righteous saint -
To bring forth their salvation,
But it doesn\'t work that way.
I witnessed the fall of Babel,
Saw the Pyramids erected high;
Stood by the Sea of Red,
As it split, and ruptured time.
Their passions burn like cinders,
Lighting the way so others will know -
Blessed be the Wicked,
Who embrace what the weak forgo.