The nameless try to blame this hate upon fate,
The shameless are faceless that place faith in its grave,
Victims they play, dealing death as a game,
Symptoms of taste for the innocent in graves,
A soulless shell is a martyr of hell who cries their vigil is righteous yet lifeless body's lie in their wake,
Justice shall come my message is cryptic yet holy while gifted with venomous tounge,
I am the serpent of Eden the apple of Eve,
I am the staff of Mosses should he have been hopeless,
I am the light of Ra sent to strip you of the sight of God,
The lost children silently weep sleeplesly plagued by your disease,
The faithless shall take heed for I am the sword of vengeance sent to fulfill their need.