Progeny

I am you

Stillborn

Into this state of being numb

I am the temple and the sacrifice

The shrine

Entombed within lies all I am

And you

The womb from whence I came

I am you

If I am you

No life is sacred in my hands

If I am you

No love will prosper in this world

If I am you

I am the faith to end all faith

If I am you

You shall not live to save yourselves

I bring no god

No after world

I am no more than a lie

I live your life not for you

I am a throne made from dust