Set fire to the world,
burn it to the ground,
blame it on religion
like the Baskerville hound.
Feed on my soul
and breathe in its light;
Embrace your own creation
and fade away from sight.
Let me give you needs,
for, I am, the reason,
of all the good and evil,
ripe in every season.
I reside in your heart,
your stomach and in your mind;
I live in your genitals,
I am your natures bind.
I’m the death in your life,
the order in your chaos,
my religion is your blasphemy.
Open your eyes and prey;
Let your hunger guide you to salvation.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar