High Hopes for tributes paid to the god of vice.

Your prize awaits you
from the payment of destruction
slaughter those in obstruction
and expose the weak to what they are.

This is the norm
you must perform
if you are to be taken
from this suffering awakened.

All this is for you in the end
to no other shall your hand lend
unless you wish to spend
your days in the abyss.

Only those of selfless reasoning
will stand against the diffidence
and rise together for
the commonality of life.

Doomed to hell, oh well.
The cause of life
makes this a just price
to extend a hand towards unity.

What's in it for them?
Certainly not heaven,
for insubordination means
life amongst eternal hellhounds.

Do what is expected of thee!
The god of vice is a generous one
who repays the carriers of his word
and the hand of his sword.

What say ye?
I shall turn the sword on his word,
remove his selfish tongue,
then bleed out the hate!

What shall become of me?
This is not my concern.
Bettering our condition is what I learn.
My body, this vessel; the harbinger of change.