This is the world that listens to the sanctuary... These are the beasts that have lost all their minds... Then and now the powers that be will unveil As the stalking animal, till deaths done Ascend forms of evil Talking, telling tales the death of a friend... "I'm not your God, Satan will evolve, touch the magics strain and decry!" Yet this is the time the devious demons plan, not soon enough they lie and argue adept as thyne Now they see who holds the fortunes of the golden sunrise Treats of the righteous fall by the wayside as hunting words avail inside Let the fallen and forgotten morbid angels forever be undone This battle is now, you wear the sleeve of the begotten A priest in the trench, seductress enchants and you relinquish now your self writhe in the hearth of the rotten There are two species here of the human age A slanderous light cusps, leans, grants and excises Though beasts are done uncaged and people bled from craft of past slices It is now, the few ravenous burdened, dealers of pain whom turn, and form the heightened wars and gather the young for the anathema reign has begun today! Hail hail avenues shy and provoked have eased the peoples sly syndromes of pretentious deservance to allow for this Each has stood, understand that we must never underestimate the crooked daily crucifix which lay upon us
a little skeptical of existences more take it easy vibes however sometimes thats what writing does to channels of thought.