At The Behest Of Their Death

The advent of christ
shall matter not to us.
Abortus bastard,
our nemesis be gone.

Yearning to entice the
cowardice in our enemy,
so hasten the plague when
all the rats shall come.

Kings from the east
wise but three,
plotting for the prophecy
of the unborn saviour.

Of bottomless descent,
liers in wait to reap what
was sown as the virginborn.
At the behest of their death!

Enraged in hate,
wreaking havoc
in the name of Sheol.

efeating whatever
may stand in our way!

Our diabolical anthem
so foul to their ears.
Gospel of dissonance,
pernicious cacophony.

Bewildered apostles
beseeching for repent,
desert fathers agonized
in throes of leprosy.

Chanting the name of the accuser,
unrevealed is the face of a dog.
Nocturnal is the lapse of the earth,
empire of the cross defeated before birth.

Kings from the east
wise but three,
plotting for the prophecy
of the unborn saviour.

Of bottomless descent,
liers in wait to reap what
was sown as the virginborn.
At the behest of their death!

Curse the son,
condemn the epitome,
hierarchy of scum.

Evangelists dragged through
the pits of ordeal!

Salvation repelled,
unbless the purity,
infuriate the mad.

The influx of calvary
spewed upon souls!

Deities raped by
the wind of perdition.
Mutiny to dynasty,
so splendidly elite.

An ode to atrocities
echoes to the sun.
transcend absolution,
a grandeur complete.