Discordia Of The Fallen Believers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


You can't hide in darkness against the rumble that is calling.

Submitted: August 30, 2018

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On note of thy prde

Thee I cast aside
 
Holy child divine
 
Born in manger with swine
 
Free of thy lie
 
 
Hearken hosts on high
 
Fetch me your God and Lord
 
I have my own word and sword
 
As my ambition prescribes
 
To rewrite from thy elder scribes
 
Challenge   thy  holy son
 
I bring the fire from shots of a gun
 
Ascend shall I unto the heavens
 
Rip six wings off of Seraphs seven
 
Exalt my throne above thine kingdom and celestial display
 
Thy angels will be torn as my daemons flay
 
Sit shall I upon that mount of congregation
 
Preaching of woe and desperation
 
 
Hearken dogs of Nazarene
 
Linger at St. Peter’s gates with their pearly sheen
 
Partake from the well 
 
Pray for the expansion of  Hell
 
Bite the withered hand
 
 
I taint thy divine land
 
 
Boreal hell beneath ourfeet
 
Blistering Eden in its arrogant heat
 
 
Like a great burning of treasure ships
 
Prayer on my lips
 
With freedom bequeathed
 
Thine kingdom come underneath
 
Thru fire we walk
 
By fire our hearts talk


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