God is dead

I woke in bed
Arms and legs Chained to the bedposts
I felt exhausted and angry at the same time
The priest standing above me though, seemed more so than I

What's going on, I thought as my vision became tunneled
Cold hands pressed hard around my neck and my mouth was muffled
My arms and legs were no longer under my control
Kicking and writhing, my bindings hurt when they pulled
A voice other than mine boiled from my throat
Vulgar obscenities spoke as I choked

I could feel invisible knives carving into my face
The priest looked sick and puked in distaste
"Leave him alone, demon!"
I heard the priest say
A reply came
"He's mine and that will not change."
A face so revolting then came into my view
Put its sulfuric mouth to my ear and whispered
"You are mine until I kill you."

For hours it beat me
And cut into my skin
Unseen by the priest
This demon of sin
But the priest kept reading
Determined to win
The demon was fading
Yet it still grinned
Exhausted
I lost consciousness again

The rattle of chains made the nightmares fade
I was awake, hands and feet freed from the pain
Then a voice grew in my head
Booming so loud it hurt my skull
I felt a sudden dread
As it again took control
"God is dead,
And I am the devil!"

Now I watch the world get torn apart
Limb from limb and chest from heart
Sometimes he rapes them
Just for the taste of the sin
Other times he bakes them
Because they scream going in

I still wait for the Angels
And pray they chop off my head
But maybe he's right
Is God really is dead?