Conjured through your visceral fears.
Son of Charon, I siphon the Earth.
The blade at the jugular.
Keeper of the gate-Abandon all hope ye who enter here.
Surrender the throne; wanton greed be not atoned.
Summoned by the spoken word.
Mediator of the Father, this heart beats louder than most.
The impulsive righteous hand.
Son of Jon; Downtrodden with the simple and humbled.
Into the beggars hand I give and your love I take.
I am pestilence and the prodigal son.
