Ceaseless Worship

 I will soak in the blood of your enemies
and anoint myself with their ruination;
their cries for mercy remain unheeded
and offered up to you in humble sacrifice.

My blade will ever be slicked and dripping,
stopping only when slumber forces itself upon me;
the song of steel through flesh
my constant hymn.

I strive to make the dead as innumerable as your virtues,
and to do your wrath justice,
knowing it is an impossible undertaking
but loving you in the attempt.

My glorious god,
I struggle under the burden of existing as an imperfect being;
for but one moment of your attentions
I will raze this world to the ground.