Yah...

...God of God

Death to the burning,
And all those that languor;
Death to all friends,
Family, and strangers

Cling to their robes,
The fruits of your labor;
Hiding your face
Won't banish the danger


Take it from God;
Your minds are your cages
Keeping you cool
While the lifestorm rages

Eating their words,
Shit of the sages
Won't ever soothe
The Crotch Rot of Ages