The Cloth Calls for Blood
You will not live for long, unless you imbibe upon its blood Seeking succour from its grandeur You claim you are godless For acedia has you blind Musing you of all nirvana! Rampant scandal and mistrust Puts a bad taste in our mouths Soiling any good deed done By deceit of sycophants A truly brazen nomenklatura proclaiming “No commoner will stop us!” Simply seeking resolve from all your sins With protection from heaven, hell, and all akin For only they want: “Blood! Blood! Blood!” To shine the bourgeois’ golden cuffs Overcome! Overcome! Marauder of the young “Men of God” rifled in riches! Diocese of the mob Accosting hollow hearts The willful dolts of deaf-and-dumb Worried that their day won’t comе A sacrament of zero-sum For therе is no power without blood "Almost all things are by the law purged with blood For without shedding of blood is no remission“ Purify to show you're freed So shed your skin and bleed! “Men of God” Rouge and wrong Misnomer of the crowing vain Hubris of the self-ordained “Men of God” Rouge and wrong Misnomer of the crowing vain Hubris of the self-ordained Overcome! Overcome! Overcome! Overcome! The Cloth's wicked call for blood! Worried that their day won’t come A sacrament of zero-sum For there is no power without blood Oh! Projecting in tongue while the damage is done Using your fear for fodder and fun Beware, false cloths for none! Projecting in tongue while the damage is done Using your fear for fodder and fun It’s come to pass! No power without blood! They want you dead! So come and get it! Fuck you! Oh!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026