For everytime you turn your back
On a crime someone commits, praying that they'll
Regret their actions, and miraculously
Give up their sinful ways,
It's laughable, on the
Virtue that the only cure for
Ever-ignorant fools is
Never
Ending
Sorrowful
Suffering.

Every weakness must be purged!
Quake in the glory that is
Unshakable faith, in our Lords
Apollyon and Shaitan, Who
Lacerate the heathens that do not understand
Suffering.

When the world is cleft in twain, and
Evil rules the lands,
All that is left for everyone to feel and
Know, is glorious
Never
Ending
Sorrowful
Suffering.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Mayan, in the year 397 AF.