Be thy shame

I'm not your saint, I am the thorn, 
I'm the havoc you will mourn. 

I cradled your heart, and bore this taste, 
I smeared the carnage upon your face. 

I took control, I snapped your will, 
I taught you murder, not to kill. 

I raped the violence, I made it raw, 
I captivated hate with awe. 

I stole your disgust and made it mine, 
put your filth upon this shrine. 

I abused the knowledge, twisted your fame, 
in hope that I could be your blame. 

I craved your envy, seduced your lust, 
I shattered the belief that held your trust. 

I made you all of which that you are not, 
I am the decay which your body will rot. 

Sabotaged your tender whims to mend, 
to prove to you, that I do not bend. 

Who had the control, was it me or you, 
I will show you just what love can do. 

Make you a God and then tear you down, 
Lets show the world your painted crown. 

The throne of cardboard, easy to inflame, 
Your blood of Calvary, a stench of shame.