I worshipped her
From the bottom of my heart;
In the cult of love,
I laid myself bare in front of my god
Only to be sacrificed right on her altar.
She was meant to understand me
But she stood there, being Azar,
Like a stone with no soul
A ghoul, immaculate with beauty,
My goddess tore me apart.
The oceans took me down,
From my chest, tore my heart afar.
I was cursed for someone else's sins,
Yet, it was me who turned into bizarre;
That was not the end of my sorrows,
They planned and plotted against me.
I was decapitated,
In the name of fun and war.
Athena, my goddess murder,
Poseidon, my sinner deity,
Perseus, my puppet beheader,
Hermes, my betrayer divinity,
Polydectes, my king puppeteer,
And many names are yet to be carved.
I'm alive, will avenge my pain;
Won't plead justice but would rip it,
Place your veins upon my altar
Drape the ground in a red shroud,
Paint the whole world crimson
Give it as a token of nectar.
I'm the Medusa, the feared star.
I am vengeance,
I won’t destroy, l will devour
Like the calamity my insides are.

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