The demons have sequestered you,
Have tempted you and have won.
Now your souls is empty, alone.
You try to cry out but
None will listen to you preach.
Hatred wells in your belly in anguish
Though you know you've brought this all on
By your very own pompous piety.
The searing sermons you used to blaze forth
Now have been quenched in hapless hypocrisy.
The false pity in your eyes does not melt my heart
Because I know the full truth and
Your eyes do so somberly lie.
So go on you righteous, bigoted butler
Keep spouting those loose fitting words that will
Choke you on your own pompous piety.