Parasitic Extirpation - Icon of Torment

Salty, dried up, crow bitten flesh soiled, impaled, dead on a stick left for dead by the ones you would save. My god, my savior, my liege, my lesion, my life is pointless, Carry the burden of all mankind, carry your sins down. Follow me for I have the answers. Follow me, I am the icon of torment, the first born son of a whore. Prolific stories made to mislead, icon brought forth to plant the seed, only common blood left to bleed. Guilt and shame are all that matters, mortify your flesh to repent. Crawl on your knees. Tell me your needs, icon of torment. Paying the toll, pray for your soul. I can't believe you've fallen for it, you've given all for your piousness. You've proven nothing but ignorance, you'll suffer the same fate as all the rest. Devote your life to the worship of chastity but now it's all forfeit. Fallen from grace melting your face, icon of torment.