Misanthrope

bring me my wine
 and the head of the world
 I will drink to her demise
 the subtle art of decapitation
 the perfect irony of such an end
 bring me the flesh
 of your sin and repentance
 display the worlds delights
 this last meal
 my righteous friend
 I serve Thee cold
 now lift your cup in celebration
 indulge your lips
 I do insist
 drink up drink up
 long ago
 I grew deaf
 to the echoes of my footsteps
 long ago
 I grew blind
 to the world through your eyes
 I overcame
 the bleak destiny
 of your lead filled convictions
 I prevailed
 and now I soar relentlessly
 beyond the north
 in my ascension I scorn the eye of envy
 and he who flies is hated most of all
 I celebrate the distance
 over which you spill your grief
 by your belief you waste your tears
 on a liar and a thief
 "how could you ever be just towards me?
 I choose your injustice as my portion"
 now for the grand finale
 you will be protagonist
 this tragedy you did inspire
 crucifixion with a twist
 bring me my wine
 and the head of the world
 I will drink to her demise
 for this last meal
 my righteous friend
 I serve Thee cold