The Old Testament is my codex, though I’ve never truly read it, 

My excuse in perpetuity for every ill I spit.

Church is my canard and the cross my sacred logo, 

As I blaspheme hourly in my hate, o the bigotry so low. 

Me greed is endless, but I feign charity 

For the sake of appearance and insincerity, 

To be seen as a holy child of Him, 

Though I follow nothing but my own selfish whim.

You are nothing to me but something to own, 

O thee who seeks to share my earthly throne. 

Yet, though I declare my love and loyalty, 

I dream of deviancy and every impurity. 

I will not be true to you in schism, 

For I am only true to my solipsism, 

And abuse of your mind I hold in abundance, 

Of your body and feelings I plan to harm, to distance, 

For the hatred in my heart is as great as the sadism in my mind, 

And, if you disobey, in a flash you’ll be left behind, 

For the word is what I say it is, and it is for myself, 

As I play humble for the world, I seek but sex and wealth.

I am the epitome of God’s great plan, 

I am the conservative Christian man, 

In his word and grace I revel, 

Though it is the whisper of the fallen one, the Devil. 

But my way you will come to see, 

For you are just as false as me.