Agonofinis A Wake In Providence

I can't believe it
Such agony
Unholy presence
In my dreams
You are the image of death for me
The beacon of my mortality
I can understand why my mind is plagued
By the reality that seems so bleak to me (To me)

I considered the practice
Of praying after each of my sins
That backwards way
Of thinking has left me haunted
And alone
Left to count my own prayers

(The benediction has left its mark on the bone
Can such a sorrowful story be told?
On the skin of vengеful perfection)
I write cursеd words
The psalms
Of undead kings
Creating my own prophecies
To raise
The dead