I am my own god

My word is so

Like death before me

I ride a pale horse

Sickle in hand

Clearing a self righteous path

Upon arrival

The world will spit

Yet

In times end

My word will be so

And my spit

They will swallow

A bitter venom

Hallucinogenic for the blind

A lethal serum

Opening minds

And my visions

Will be theirs