Fall from Grace

My time has come, this holy moment.
I cut my wrists and feed the starving souls.
The angels are weeping.
I descend.
Mutilated from the inside out, where cruel intentions lie.
You will be my sacrifice.
Where were you when God took their last breath?
On this fragile table of nude posed bodies,
Floors lined with human flesh.
You will be my sacrifice.
When I arrive in Hell, the demons kneel for me.
Bodies fill a mass grave dug by shackled angels.
Acid rain pours from the sky, washing myself of this shame.
This shame I've carried, weighing me down.
Weighing my life down.