Hell Has No Fury Like A Woman Scorned

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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.



William Congreve

Submitted: August 07, 2018

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Hell Has No Fury Like A Woman Scorned

 

Death of a spirit as you now earthly roam

Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone

Condemned and sentenced from a Birthright Bankrupt

Consequences you have suffered from the revolt of Satan and his following Angel’s intentions, to grasp fame, and lust

Archangel Michael and his league of Angels fought with such passion under God’s ordinance, the war in Heaven was a must

No more bowing to the Heavens, as you’ve stated, for a Mistaken Angel, no more, In God for you I trust

Yes, you have forfeited your place in Heaven under God’s beautiful written laws

Memorized by Satan’s eyes, hidden desires to be like the most high is all he saw

For you worshipping the wrong Archangel Angel, you submitted to the hard bait and took the Heavenly fall

Yes, that tattoo you proudly adorn on your forehead

The engraved mark of the Beast 666 with wicked words spewed, for an empty crusade you have venomously led  

The lust of being Lilith in carnage, seducing the wiles of men within the night, scented rose petals decorating an empty bed

Such foolishness spoken after slithering up from the abyss of hell

Foolish wicked pride you have labeled yourself with a trained Demon tongue as you convince to tell, lies you sell

Before you visit this peaceful domain where my Heavenly wings reside

With words of enlightenment as you would read, as I would say, no lie

I will bring the oil, the priest, oh, I have the Bible and the cross since you don’t pray

Because God’s Angels are up here doing his godly work, and we are ordained to slay in any way

I rebuke you Satan, in name of, Thy Father, Thy Son, and Thy Holy Spirit

Here is little souvenir from me to you, Holy Oil I cast onto thee

That ought to keep you in Hell for a while until you take another peep at me

 


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