Gravity of hell/Prawny Nihilzem

She rapes the dieing in the forest, surrounded by the trees, the bark is made up of faces, the ones she helped decay, the poor, the weak, the disabled, all for the will of the richest, her soul is ridden with the screams of the suffering,    
   
She has a vision to bathe in the blood of sacrife, to walk upon the gravity of hell, by portraying the hand of god, she is faceless to her subjects, only smiles at the faces in the trees, she has a vision to bathe in the blood of sacrife,    
   
Of the living the weak will demise    
Chosen by a faceless whore    
Raping the bodies of the weak    
   
   
I listen not to any order nor hollow ideology/ their laws of rape and profit/ ideas of fauls gods to forge hell at our feet/ liars speaking with tounge as if they are thou/ acting! As only immortals would/ they think! They are not flesh nor blood/ but they are mere mortal man and woman/ as are we/ show them beast and they will run/ they cower at the hands of true man and woman/ they are not thou/ they are not any god that they speak of nor beast/ show them true light or darkness and they will cower in mere mortal flesh and blood.    
   
   
I imagen she was a creation of deasise, an infected fetus born of wretched beliefs    
   
She stands above our heads as a vulture, in her lie of fate, a profit made in death in a lie of god,    
   
Of the living the weak demise    
Chosen by a faceless whore    
Raping the bodies of the weak