Draw near, partake of this altar For you are fairer in beauty Than other daughters of man Recognize and embrace This glorious proclamation Of eternal damnation Place your faith in sex and death Rather than the wisdom of the divine Have no pity for those Who mired in prophet delusion Content to be servile for a lifetime It is better to be king for a day Your passing will scant trace in history Wiped from memory like a forgotten dream Like sand slipping through fingers