The Human Instrument Part 3

Satan's favorite messenger
Approaches with the news he's heard:

The world has become Hell on Earth,
Countless corpses caress dirt.

Severed heads litter the streets,
arms and legs, hands and feet.

Once every six hours now,
The people cut each other down,

In attempt, as God's creation,
To bless each with condemnation.

All in favor of you, savior,
Your name blesses lips with flavor.

Satan-God, Demon-Lord,
Lead this flock, guide this horde.
Help us offend Jesus Christ,
The self-serving Poltergeist.

In the midst of your belayal,
Lurks a party of betrayal-

Those who cling to righteousness,
All their hope, I might just miss.

Their leader would have them believe
That your words only deceive,

But you and I know far too well,
Their efforts will end in Hell-

The leader of their Christened group,
Just so happens to be you.

As the prince of all that's dark,
Hiding your face isn't hard,

Simple, really, just one spell,
After that, no one can tell.

They'd follow you anywhere,
Entranced by their hopeful stares.

So deceive them as you will,
While their God is standing still.

Satan smile with me again,
And pray their Lord we do offend.

Satan-God, Demon-Lord,
Lead this flock, guide this horde.
Help us offend Jesus Christ,
The self-serving Poltergeist.

The rebel group, adorned in light,
Can't conceive their cause of blight.

They don't know what's wrong from right,
So let them follow us tonight.

Have them strike each other down,
For the difference in their crowns.

Let them fight for their beliefs,
And then die under deceit.

This is how it's meant to be,
Or God would stop us, wouldn't he?