My father they will be done.
In your name only do I kill,
For you, there shall be none.
Shining in your holy hatred
Purging sin through spilling blood.
I search the skies for coming dawn,
My vigil's end shall never come.
I beg a thousand pardons,
You send me only one:
"Redeem them with my hatred,
And you shall see the Son."
This wretched task I do despise,
Yet never do I run.
By thy will I desecrate,
Replenishing the Sun.
The light too pure for sinners' eyes,
Extinguish them and it will come.
I take the lives of those not worthy,
Till I'm the only one.
The flood, it seems, was full of mercy,
This time there will be none.
The executioner of your edict:
Death to the Prodigal Son.
And I, your final saint and savior
Shall see mankind undone.
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