From an unholy height

Postmortem done zip you up and throw you down into a hole. Dark and cold fill you with the ashes of all those you've burned. Let loose the maggots to feed on th sickness that you installed. To feed on your flesh,
the only way you'll be absolved. By a process of degradation. We'll laugh while you slowly dissolve.
The red robes of rome reigned over us all. Cloaked us in fear of the unseen and unknown. The echoes of empty ones fell upon a thousand deaf ears and the bruises and broken limbs fell upon the eyes of blind dogs.
They were buried unnamed, unquestioned and unheard.
A cross in one hand and a cock in the other.The state sat on your lap while you barked out the orders through smiling pursed lips hiding the teeth of the sickest of all.
A shut mouth is a guilty mouth as guilty as the rest, as guilty as the rapist, the murderer the state and the fist. So empty your pockets of all your fucking god's gold. And empty your pockets of all the souls you stole. And so I piss on your grave from the greatest of unholy heights. Each drop on the soil is the acid to wash you away. Your strength and your dictates are starting to crumble and fade as the worms of all truth feel free to eat you away. And so we piss on your grave from the greatest of unholy heights.