And I Rejoice by Tenebrisaeternum

I, John, of flesh, will, and soul,
Renounce and revile the so-called Holy Trinity.
I spit upon the Father — that tyrant god, drunk on obedience.
Who demands worship, but offers only control.

I curse the Son — that broken and bloodied lamb,
Who wallows in suffering and calls it virtue.
I reject His cross, His wounds, His pitiful sacrifice.
His name is ash on my tongue.

And I damn the Spirit — that unseen parasite.
Whose whispers silence the soul and poison thought.
I hold no reverence. Only loathing.

I abhor their heaven — a sterile throne atop a sky of silence.
I renounce their angels — simpering sentries of servitude.
I reject every drop of holy water that ever touched my skin.

Their creed is a lie. Their light is false.
Their gospel is the death of the self.
I burn their book in my heart. I tear their trinity from my spirit.

Let every trace of their touch be purged by this flame.
Let their god forget my name forever.
From this moment, I am unmade in their eyes — And I rejoice.