I Am the Cross

I am heartless
 you will fear me day and
 night
 I reek of putrid mentality
 and
 my aura's exuding might
 there is no way to stop me
 so consider what you try
 and just remember that I
 am me
 and I stand not by your
 side
 my mind retains no
 sympathy
 it's banished love, too
 my lowest retaliation
 keeps me over you
 my children bear no
 gladness
 and soon they'll watch
 you die
 I am the cross, I am the
 pain
 that leaves your dying
 eyes
 cowardly you run from
 me
 but can't you see?
 an entity of horror's
 what I remain
 to inflict abomination's
 what I gain
 recoil amongst your kin
 they'll soon be crucified
 in much the same manner
 as the man you worship
 died
 I am the cross
 waste not your time in
 prayer
 'cause nobody escapes my
 wrath
 the torn throats and
 infants of the plagues
 are just a trickle in the
 tub of my blood bath
 just who on earth do you
 think you are
 to challenge my immortal
 ways
 my indifference is real so
 to my appeal
 keep on digging your own
 grave
 and just when you
 thought it was safe
 to resist my reign the
 pressure overrides
 you simply don't
 comprehend my ability
 to nail you up at any time
 place your hands
 outstretched upon
 the arms of wood carved
 out for you
 with a mallet's blow upon
 the spikes
 I hold you as if you were
 the king of the Jews
 can't you face the groove?
 two thirds of the earth's
 population
 should not even exist
 a malignancy; an ugly sore
 mankind's but a cyst
 and there you hang upon
 the cross