Becoming a villain

Behold a new Christ

Behold the same old horde

Gather at the altering

New beginning, new word

And the word was death

And the word was without light

The new beatitude

Good luck, you're on your own

Blessed are the fornicants

May we bend down to be their whores

Blessed are the rich

May we labor, deliver them more

Blessed are the envious

Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain

Blessed are the gluttonous

May they feast us to famine and war

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?

What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?

All doomed

All doomed