The Ophidian Form

Banished from Elysium, a deity has been dethroned
Cast into the unknown
Scouring the wasteland, forced to fend for his own
Stripped from his sovereignty
Now an outcast, an enemy in exile for eternity
As he leads the pariahs further into the abyss of heresy
Vile acts of betrayal brands a stigma on his soul
To wallow in filth, never
His pride to great for sickness and woe
His enemy's extinction is undeniable
In solitude his fury grows with a vengeance
His constriction on hate seeps from his veins
Like venom embraced by coils of contempt
The enraged mastermind will now stop at nothing
To breach the gates of Elysium.

Deception is his contrivance
He takes on the ophidian form
To manipulate and regulate his children
From the viper born
His army of anathema, bound by his will
His ethos begets them to kill.

Benighted with shame his destiny
To roam the earth he is bound
To lead the abominations astray
On his quest to reclaim the crown
The horde of minions fulfill his intent
Of total annihilation and help him invent
The means to travel through space and time
Conquer and vanquish his nemesis the pure and divine
Fueled by the strength of his effigy
Reflections of his treachery combined
Festers like carrion inside of his mind
Reprisal by indoctrination
Augmented with animus.