For thyself, I have never known thy breed.
Twixt God and mortal men, thy countenance,
Twixt Devil and Christ, thy soul takes reprieve.
For thou art not succubus nor angel.
Thy thoughts turn to stranger, deadlier creeds.
Yet follow I blindly with faith withheld.
My words and deeds sin, as all have decreed.
For who follows an angel into Hell?
Who dares to when faith has freed
Their selves of all bonds save lust and greed.
Yet woe! Even sin is not mine to claim!
As thy call clouds vision, that none may see
Thy cruelty and malice, thy followers
Blinded by a farce of divinity.