Vanguard

My curse is alphabetic, dianetic, crucifix
Your curse is post-magnetic, now they
Suckle from your drip
Their curse is so pathetic
They’re the real heretics
Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn’t
Break our grip
Foetid leeches sap their glands of inquisition
They need blinding sustenance
Don’t you dare speak that name
Don’t you ever speak that name
Break the very tenets that you
Spit in my face
Now I’m ready to obliterate
So send me all your preachers
And I’ll put them all to shame
I’ll be the vanguard of their fall
Middle of their falter
Bezel in their rings
Dropping all the stones
This serpent on my doorstep, well he’s got
A sweet southern drawl
Lulling so you may invite his venom
Oh he was knocking
But didn’t know it’s coming
Oh he was knocking
But didn’t know
My mutation was imminent
He couldn’t help it, spouting invocations
I said unto him:
First you’ll oscillate
And then you’ll feel the fire burn
And fornicate
While all your words are coming
Out cancrine
Don’t just let him rot this hall
I couldn’t do that even if I
Wanted to
Don’t just let him rot this hall
I couldn’t do that even if I
Wanted to be saved
Then you’ll all fall in silence
Then you’ll all fall
And I will tell you all as
I said to your serpent