Procession of Depression

Come forth!
 Enter my palace, carved in the very spine of Earth
 Pilgrims have descended far on their journey to curse me
 Tread to me and kneel!
 All, align to the procession
 Crawling in my dominion of flies: lies
 Here dies the resistance of the befouled Messiah
 Protestors come from afar, gathered facing a closed up cavity
 "Open thy gate! We have cometh to cleanse The Withered One!"
 My spinelike path is thine to crawl upon
 Thou shalt taste my wrath within the casketal gate!
 I welcome thee, I invite thee to dwell in my palace of hell!
 Join the procession of depression
 Under my eye of misfortune they're destined to neglect
 The true cursed ones shall be
 The offspring produced under my reign
 Desanctified upon arrival!
 Now cleanse this taint of shame within the house of my fathers!
 Incarcerated within walls
 Freckled with stains of dishonour they're to be drained
 Each drop echoing through the deep dark chambers
 Snared by tongues to engage in sin
 Tickling the crevices, reaching within
 To harvest the nectar of the foul natured hearts of the pilgrims
 A journey to end in a travesty of salvation
 Swelling in the depths of my cavern
 Abhorrent futures lie in plain sight
 Obstructed by a few worthless lives resisting the throne
 Soon fermenting below, sealed in the maternal orifice
 Enclosed in earth
 Dissidents encapsuled within hollowed walls
 Exuding a mephitic stench
 Cadaverine - to intoxicate the seedlings of a withered breed
 Conjured through atrocities unspoken of in ancient prophecies
 Neither epitaph nor grave
 For the submissive corpses of unwilling slaves!