Bountiful Godless Life

A sea of hollowed stalks
 Breaking in the wind.
 Weathering the torment
 Without sickle bringing end.
 Diseased wrought and dying
 Lusting for the dust.
 Soil longing to be nourished
 Selfishly awaiting the rotting husk.
 In this bountiful godless life!
 Call to the end.
 A playwright always has a stop.
 Burdened by social taboos
 Nailed to the fucking cross.
 Ending life before god's time
 A testament to true satanic rite.
 Transcending beyond all light.
 Illuminated by fire
 This weakened state
 Like a temple set ablaze.
 Tearing at the roots
 To purge this buried fear.
 Shedding this christian skin
 To be reborn in blackest sin!
 Scorching this field of purgatory
 Intent on ending this plague.
 Every grain blanketed by ash
 As pantheons
 Dawn a reddish haze.
 I'll lay down my arms
 When everything I know is dead and gone.
 There is no dying, alone.
 Only leaving or being left behind.
 In this bountiful godless life
 Nothing is forbidden.
 Doing what must be done
 through self-annihilation.
 No honor in existing for others.
 Everyone will fail you, in due time.
 Fear no man, or god
 As you walk away from the sun.