Servant of The Serpent
Pernicious Malcontent!
Blaspheme
Never again nor profane your Maker's name!
Fratricide!
As I spill your blood in his name
I Invoke
His mouth awash with curses
Evil dances gayly 'pon his tongue
Lies spill forth risen from an open grave
Spare me your vies and your sink of sin
If they lead you astray
Shall I tear out your eyes?
Your tongue?
And make offering of your blood?
Shall we go into the fields?
O Lord, Witness
I am my Brothers Keeper!
Before The Throne of Judgment
I stand illuminated
Free from Sin
A blinding light coursing through my veins
As I am
Sanctified through
The Election of Grace
In Blood my name is writ
Recorded in His tome
Justified I raise my blade
And cleanse
This Filth Before His Throne
You dare?!
Speak again and you'll be put to the sword!
Judgment rendered by a holy hammer
In the house of the Lord
I am my Brother's Keeper!
His eyes burdened by lust
Heart tempted by
The endless whispers of The Snake
Hands shed my innocent blood
Thus alone shrouded in Darkness
I await my chance
In nearby alleyways to claim
My birthright at the edge of this blade
This sanguine sacrifice
Shall become my offering
A gift that God himself would never accept
Shall cleanse
This Filth Before His Throne