The trick Thaumaturgist will bless
Psuedo-Cannibalist redemption ritual
Empty flesh vessel filled with false hope
Freedom forfeited before it's inception

Rigid scripture for the idiot
Paper thin solace for the weak
Fear is the catalyst for your faith
Fear and an impotent rage

Your holy words my rolling paper
Your redemption a mind abduction
Your salvation as solid as vapor
Dissipates like the mirage it is

Now the serpent coils around your ankles
Dragging you under
Eyes gleam, hands flail for a savior
Your core torn asunder