Testament - Dark Sermon

Sacrilegious and unholy

My hand continues

To feverishly scrawl words

I would never dream of speaking

Onto scarred and bleeding parchment

I am torn

Between the kingdoms of Heaven and Hell

Quartered by angels and demons

My shredded flesh rests in heaps

Pecked at by doves and crows alike

My very soul is oppressed

For this battle is far from over

There is no devil on my shoulder

For He has comfortably made

His home inside of me

Unsuccessful exorcisms

Are attempted in vain

For a tortured soul

I remain

I am but a vessel

An extension of His blackened sway

Imprisoned in my own mind

Held at knifepoint and forced to transcribe

His will

His wicked word

His will

His wicked word

I frantically whisper prayers to God

When I find myself alone

But the malicious one

He will soon return

He will soon return

I frantically whisper prayers to God

When I find myself alone

But the malicious one

He will soon return

And I will meet punishment