I will be victorious in my conquest
in my slaughter of the heathens
they shall kneel as there false gods crumple under me
my reign will be bloody
but I will be a pacifist god
and in the years to come
their false religion will be bred out
there deaths will be forgotten
and I shall be supreme
you're so close
my body a mass of there blood and bones
my kingdom made from their ash
make it count
they shall be sacrificed in the glory of my becoming
their souls will power my existence
and many more across all of time shall follow
for as a god I shall be absolute
they are the worms
struggling beneath the earth
resisting their evolution in life