God of apathy, let us know your laws.
Destroy my spirit and splinter my heart,
Cut deep into my soul with tiger’s claws,
Shatter all that is precious in your art.
Lord of fear, abandon us in the dark,
Erode and destroy our divine vision,
Heat the branding iron and leave your mark,
Do your surgery without precison.
Draw the curtains, that this sad play may cease.
Close the shutters against the coming storm.
Wake the sleeping, that they might be at peace,
Let them believe the waves of death are calm.
Angel of my terror, press my eyes closed,
And bury the box with golden handles,
Torture the children until they are dead,
And let us drown listening to the last bells.