Upon A Burning Cross

Through crimson eyes as cold as blood soaked frost                            
He stares as his nemesis burns upon a burning cross                            
The searing flames rage, the only weapon in his armoury                            
To quell the lying words, in tongues, of the quasi-harmony                            
                           
'Twas always known that God was only in thoughts amiss                            
But Satan's realm is fact and is in the inferno of his abyss                            
And he's here amongst us, with his dark force legions                            
Forever sworn to him in a mephistophelean allegiance                            
                           
The prayers of the pious, of the holy mission                            
Will look to the heavens, but will face perdition                            
Thou will fear all evil, for there'll be no warning                            
For the work of the incendiary is not for stalling                            
                           
Soon the heat of the thermonuclear will be a desert winter                            
For his is the world of ash and dust and every last cinder                            
From the choking soot filled skies the black carbon reigns                            
Over the apocalyptic conflagration of his chthonic flames                            
                           
No faux gods, or saints, will help in cataclysmic clashes                            
With the agents of Hades rising in demonic black masses                            
Foretold is the future, so foreseen is what's lost  
With the torch of humanity dying...
 
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