I bid you welcome to my gallerynwhere my paintings are beheld by the fewnthe ones who swam across murky watersnand life fed their hunger with despairnthose who enswathed their cold bodiesnwith the stars of the pale horizonnacknowledged sympathy of no formnand feasted upon the morbid banquets of hatrednWithin the paintings of my gallerynlurks evil of mortal deedsnwithin the walls of my gallerynforever your are marked as the child of Cainnmarks of pain, marked as the scion of Cainndenounced for a sect you were abducted untonexiled for what was forced upon younostracized for falling to the temptation of a dissimilar lovenEnter the suicidal fencesnthe lair of long dormant hatrednprejudice is what nourishes my Elysiumnin a bleeding state of attaint they'll make you dwellnBane of religion? Or bane of your fanatic existence?nMaggots claiming to be unite under the name of one God!nYou’ve buried your God with your retarded manners You’ve soaked your religion in crimson stained shamencarved upon our foreheads the mark of Cainnheavily our bodies totternholding the mark of the slainnI bid you farewell from my gallerynBlessed you are for marching this field of crucifixionnBlessed you are for inhaling its putrid airnBlessed forever we'll be with this mark of damnationn