As I preach my blasphemy My very soul is being torn In this blood thirsty rage do I stand alone Or are there others to speak so bluntly One might be shackled I'm not afraid of their attacks on my existance Will be mine, this is mine But what of the chil; d not given the choice Is he sent Is the child sent further into an endless As endless is sent sent in this world Never understanding his pain Now always understanding his pain Lies after countless lies I will not worship nor respect an ancient option Thus I must make this journey alone If to be so bold is the devil then so be it