Now, therefore, kill every male among the little ones And a sacrifice of adulterers whom lay with men The women, the children Perish, suffer, and death by mutilation Hail to the new Christian theocracy In the beginning, I, the creator hath engulfed a source of blinding light I brought life to a once abysmal null creator of perfection I, thine father of the cherub The Leviathan of incense An abominable forbearance grips me The penalty comes with no exodus No heavenly afterlife Prodigal pestilent prophecies Spoke unto death of procreation Unclean spawns of impurities and sin Unworthy to experience my paradise Only cast to flame and damnation Deflesh the nurturing unformed bodies in utero into carcasses that form the meat Bones For I must witness the glorious sight of them being dashed Dragged Ripped on the edge of stone Slaughter the lamb who is conceived by an act of lust Of purgery to me All the ungodly swine I write in disgust For every forsaken woman guilty of this atrocity will have the fruit of their loins, the wretched scum Newborns torn Mangled and mutilated Cut from her womb Hear my sermon Feel shame burning, that of a thousand suns You shall bathe in the fetal remains, rotting in a pile of death, says I, the Leviathan The horrid stench replaces oxygen Repentance Useless filth And waste my failed creations