Brothers and sisters.
At the end of the day when your backs are breaking and your minds are burning
and all you get is another promise of a glory that never comes;
when the king and the priests and the nobles and the generals
implore you and lie to you and threaten you
and demand that you make another sacrifice to appease their god;
when you win the war and another is declared,
when you build a great temple and a greater one is called for,
when you reach your limit and fall to the ground
and all demand that you rise and push yourself over the edge;
then you shall know that you are enslaved to a voracious god.
But before you spend your last ounce of energy in a futile attempt
to set things right as so many have tried but only succeeded
in burying us deeper in shit,
you must truly embrace death for the fear of it has made us all cowardly servants

Purge your fears and make death your creed
for even the gods fear their own extinction
and we shall drag them with us into oblivion,
for we are the children of the dark goddess, Kali,
destroyer of all creation and the doom of humankind, and we serve no master.

We will lay waste to this world of domination, subjugation, and humiliation,
for what is created can surely be destroyed.
The time of suffering is over.

So rise one last time, fight one last battle, scream one last war cry,
“We are death incarnate, and we shall stand upon a mountain of dead gods!”